With that same half smile, he leaned toward me, hesitant, but inhumanly graceful. I answered the question in his eyes, reached for the back of his head, brought his lips down to mine.
Soon. Soon. Soon.
I could feel his heart beating, feel his mind and thoughts blending with my own as the two of us stood there, bathed in moonlight and feeling its effects like a drug.
Whoever Ink was, he was mine.
“Ahem.”
I’d known before I kissed Ink that we’d be interrupted. There was no such thing as a secret in a wolf pack—let alone privacy. But I’d been foolishly optimistic and hoped that the interrupter would be River or Maddy or one of the younger kids.
Instead, as Ink and I pulled away from each other, we were confronted with the oldest member of our pack, a gruff, weatherworn man who didn’t lo
