" Only love and a true mate can make me let go."
RIVENS POV
Hours later, the first thing I realized upon waking was that I was not alone. Which, for someone like me, a lone panther who had perfected the art of solitude, was nothing short of disorienting. My body was trapped between two walls of heat. One on either side. Wolves. Thornes. And, to make it worse, they were breathing coordinated, and I blinked at the ceiling, my heart racing with that tight panic I always got when too many walls closed in. Instinct made me shift, try to slide out from between them. But the second I moved, a heavy arm, Rell's, judging by the iron weight of it, tightened across my middle, pulling me back down.
"Stay," came his sleep-rough whisper, quiet but commanding. His wolf threaded through the sound like steel velvet.
And then Gavriel, ever the menace, hummed against the back of my neck. "Mmm, you smell like trouble in the morning."
Heat shot up my ears. "I don't smell like—get off me."
