"Some storms are not meant to be weathered alone; they are meant to be met in the arms of another, where the thunder becomes a lullaby and the fire feels like home."
"Come on, we need to get you to your chambers," Alaric had spoken, and now we moved to the chambers I had been given in the Eastern Chambers. The door clicked shut with a finality that stole the air from my lungs. The echoes of retreating footstep, Marcus, Rell, Juno, and even the ever-watchful Riven faded down the Eastern Chamber corridor until there was only silence and him. Memories of the last heat wave rose, and I shamelessly swallowed hard, flashes of how Alaric took care of me through my heat wave and took control of my wolf without actually mating or marking me.
