Orion's POV
Watching Dalia sleep had become an addiction I couldn't shake. Every peaceful breath she took captivated me completely. The realization hit me like lightning that I'd been in love with her since our first encounter. My precious little wolf, the one I'd sworn to protect above all else. What kind of ten-year-old throws himself into danger to shield a six-month-old pup from forest predators and rogue wolves? The memory still baffled me, yet I felt no need to rationalize it. Some instincts ran deeper than logic. Even as children, she'd been my most treasured possession.
My beautiful mate stole my breath away simply by existing. The moon goddess had blessed me beyond measure.
