The forest had fallen silent after the storm of their claim. The fire in the cabin’s hearth was low, flickering, casting golden shadows across the walls. The moonlight filtered through the windows, touching Sienna’s skin with silver warmth.
Her body was still trembling, heart still racing, mind spinning from the bite and the feral intensity of his possession. Every nerve screamed with awareness of him — the heat radiating from his bare chest, the weight of his hands on her skin, the scent of him lingering in every corner of the room, wrapped around her like an invisible chain.
The Alpha sat back against the hearth’s stone, his gaze fixed on her. Golden eyes, molten with the heat of his wolf, softening just slightly as they held hers.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voice low, rough. “I exp
