"When two wolves choose to mark a panther who has only ever known solitude, it is not just possession, it is promise, it is love, and it is the breaking of every wall he thought unshakable."
The room was quiet when I stirred awake again, too quiet for a military quarter that usually buzzed with footsteps and the constant shuffle of armor. My panther stretched lazily inside me, satisfied but restless, his golden eyes gleaming at the edges of my mind. "They're close, Ashlock purred, smug. Your wolves are here. " I groaned and shoved the blankets off, rubbing my face. "They're not mine," I muttered, though my chest betrayed me, tightening at the thought of Gavriel's grin and Rell's steady gaze.
Ashlock laughed at me, a deep feline rumble. "Keep lying to yourself. It's adorable."
