Roman shook her gently from sleep. "Violet."
She stirred, slowly sitting up. A strange warmth spread through her chest, a deep sense of completion, as though every scattered piece of her soul had finally been pulled back together.
"Thalia?" she whispered, testing the name on her lips.
Roman tilted his head. "Who's Thalia?"
"My wolf," Violet breathed, awe threading through her voice.
"Yes, call my name with pride, girl. "
A fierce, feminine voice rang inside Violet's head making her eyes widen with wonder.
Violet let out a shaky laugh. "Okay, she's a proud one."
Roman's eyes lit up. He crouched low, hands braced on his thighs, and leaned close like he could see through her. His dimples flashed in a teasing grin. "Hello to you, Thalia."
"Hello to you too, sexy mate," Thalia purred. "Tell him I wouldn't mind him throwing me on my back this morning."
