Mignon's POV:
Dawson's hand was enormous, and it was ice cold, the way a man's hands go when he's just come out of major surgery and lost far too much blood. But weak as he was, the strength in his grip was startling. His fingers closed around mine and locked there, like he thought I'd disappear the second he let go.
"This is my fiancée."
His voice was thin, but there was nothing uncertain in it, and it carried through the entire room.
I froze where I stood, staring at his pale profile, not trusting a word I'd just heard.
Fiancée? Had he lost his mind? After learning I was carrying another wolf's child, after nearly dying beneath a car to save me, he wasn't tearing me apart. Instead, in front of the core of the Vance family, he was placing on me the title of Luna that his mother had o
