I clawed my way back to consciousness like a drowning woman breaking the surface, and the first thing I felt was need.
Not want. Not desire. Need that burned through every cell, every atom, every fragment of my newly bound soul. I needed Kieran like my lungs needed air, like my wolf needed the moon, like my very existence needed his to continue.
"Kieran," I gasped, and then he was there, pulling me against him with desperate hands that shook.
"I'm here," he breathed against my hair. "f**k, Arianna, I'm here."
The moment our skin touched, our marks exploded with light.
My crescent moon birthmark—the one that had always curved along the left side of my face like a silver secret—blazed with power that made everyone in the room step back. But it was Kieran's mark that stole my breath. The
