In my arms, she began to shake.
The cold air hit her all at once, and that was all the explanation I needed. I shrugged out of my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, drawing her closer so she could borrow my warmth without feeling trapped.
When she looked up at me, her eyes glassy and red, it took everything in me not to kiss her—to seal my words with something physical, something undeniable. But this wasn’t about desire. This was about trust.
She needed to believe me.
I wanted her to know that every word I had spoken was real. That my care for her wasn’t temporary or convenient. That if the world ever demanded it, I would stand between her and anything that meant her harm—without hesitation.
A link brushed against my mind.
‘Alpha, is everything alright? We can see our Luna i
