SKY
I smooth my hair one last time, pressing down the loose strands. The mirror shows a woman I barely recognize. Not the girl I was, but the wolf I grew into.
A true Silver Moon warrior. Forest Fae. Stronger than before. I breathe in slowly and nod at myself.
You made it this far, Sky. One more step will not break you. Keep your head up when you walk in.
Damien steps up behind me, catching my words as I speak to my reflection.
“That’s right,” he says. “You’re not walking in alone. We ride together. No Silver Moon wolf is going to ruin what we’re building.”
His hand spreads over my stomach, warm and steady. He kisses the base of my neck. Then my collarbone. Heat runs through me, sharp and familiar. A soft laugh slips out before I can stop it.
“Damien, behave,” I say, half-smiling.
