The rest of the pack stood frozen on the side of the clearing, caught in the gravitational pull of the two wolves in the center.
It wasn't just the sight of them—the blinding, liquid gold of the female and the shimmering, multi-tonal silver of the male—it was the feeling.
The air in the Grove had become charged with a static electricity that made the hair on their arms stand up. But it wasn't the jagged, scary static of a storm; it was warm. It hummed with a deep, resonant frequency that vibrated right through the soles of their boots.
Jax, usually the first to c***k a joke or break the tension, stood with his mouth slightly open, his hands hanging uselessly by his sides.
Damon had his arm around Elana, both of them watching their son and the girl he had brought home.
Then, the magic
