The night after the pack’s victory celebration was quiet, too quiet. Even the usual rustling of the forest seemed to be holding its breath, as if the world itself was waiting for the next storm to strike. But it wasn’t the calm outside that had Lily tossing and turning in her bed—it was the fire burning inside her, the unresolved tension with Eric, the cryptic warnings from the strange woman, and the undeniable pull of the mate bond.
Lily lay awake, the moonlight spilling through her window, casting long shadows on the walls of her room. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eric. The way his strong jaw had tightened when he asked her to trust him. The dark, conflicted look in his eyes when he told her not to shut him out. The heat that had flared between them was impossible to forget.
