I wasn’t proud of the feeling of panic that threatened to seal my throat shut at the idea of not having Leigh’s strong, brash presence at my back tonight as everyone watched the public portion of the claiming under the moon. It might be worse than facing down Jasline. Or Gael, and he was far more intimidating than any she-wolf I’d ever met. What if I forgot the words? She was the one who was supposed to know them all and whisper them in my ear if my mind went blank!
“Look at her! She’s panicked. A little fever isn’t going to keep me from showing up for my bestie. I am coming, so stop looking like that,” she chided me gently.
“Okay, but only if you let her check you out. You really are burning up, Leigh.”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t back away when I very unscientifically held my wris
