I shook my head, stopping him in his tracks. “It’s perfect, just like the man who gave it to me.”
Dirge smiled, the pleased look he wore sending a bolt of want singing through my veins. He held up his hand for his own ring, and I tried to put the lust aside to focus on the ceremony.
I slipped the heavy gold band over his knuckle, and it slid home perfectly. It was carved by the pack’s jeweler with images of two running wolves. Little bitty diamonds were worked into the scene, sparkling like stars over the wolves’ heads.
It was nowhere near as precious or even as important as his centuries-old family heirloom, but I hoped he liked it.
“It’s perfect. It’s us,” he murmured, pinning me with a heated look. I didn’t know if it was the moon or the lovelace or just the incredible intimacy of t
