Natasha
"Where are we going?"
Mikhail just smiled and tugged me along, his hand warm in mine. We had slipped out of the house after midnight, moving quietly through the hallways and out the back door.
The pack lands were silent except for the distant sound of night guards making their rounds.
"You'll see. Trust me."
I did trust him completely even as he led me deeper into the pack gardens, away from the main house, toward the old grove where ancient trees created a canopy of shadows and moonlight.
He finally stopped in a small clearing. The moon was full overhead, bright enough to cast everything in silver light.
Wildflowers grew in scattered patches, their petals closed for the night, and the air smelled like jasmine and earth.
"Here," He said softly, pulling a blanket from the
