His eyes darkened, wolf and man answering as one.
“Yes, you are my true and fated mate, Talia. In every way that matters.”
“And your wolf?”
Lucian’s voice deepened, the shift audible.
Lucian’s eyes changed to a molten silver, very much like that of Moonfire from his hands. His wolf was present; it was no longer just Lucian speaking. Savage had stepped into the chat. “I have never stopped pacing since that first night in the woods Talia.” She shivered at Savage’s power and presence. “I would have dragged you out of the trees and into our bed if our human had let me.”
Talia laughed, shaky. “You would have marked me in the middle of a battle?”
“Yes. You were magnificent,” Savage said. “I have never wanted anything more than I wanted to keep you alive.”
Moonfire still burned behind his
