"I love you, Anya," Marcus said sincerely.
"I love you too," I replied, and we sealed it with a kiss. Afterward, we decided to do some star gazing. We spent hours laughing and talking, and eventually, we fell asleep in Marcus' tent, holding each other. L.A. was right—it was the perfect night. I smiled as I drifted into sleep.
Anya’s POV
"Come on. We need to leave," Marcus said sternly. He was clearly upset because our pack had been attacked by rouges, and one pack member was in critical condition. Damn rouges!
I hurried to follow him, hoping not to make him angrier. His body was tense, and his breathing was shallow. I placed my hand on his arm to try to calm him down. His eyes flickered, shifting from black to their natural color. I knew he was on the edge of shifting, but he was tryin
