Daisy was asleep within minutes.
Her lashes sank, her head lolled against the couch armrest, and a soft sigh slipped past her lips as the blanket cocooned her in warmth. Exhaustion pulled her under fast and deep, as though the Moon Goddess herself had wrapped her in safety.
Fabian stood over her, arms folded loosely across his chest, and just looked. His wolf pressed close, restless, snarling with satisfaction. Ours.
She didn't know it yet, but he did. The Moon Goddess had sent her colliding into him, heart pounding, eyes wild with defiance and fear—and in that instant, he had known. Daisy wasn't chance. She wasn't an accident. She was fate.
His mate.
The thought set his blood on fire and yet soothed him at the same time. She was here. His to guard. His to convince. His to love.
And she didn't trust him—yet.
That part didn't matter. Bonds this deep couldn't be severed. His only task was to show her the truth: that she was never meant to run alone.
