I woke to the gentle weight of Seraphina curled against my chest, her rose-gold hair spread across my skin like a silken blanket. Last night's revelations still churned in my gut, stoking a primal rage I'd carefully contained for her sake. The wolf in me wanted blood—needed to hunt down every person who had ever hurt her.
But looking at her peaceful face in sleep, I knew that vengeance would have to wait. Right now, she needed me here, holding her, being her shelter from the storm of memories she'd finally shared.
I traced a finger lightly along her cheek, marveling at how someone who had endured so much could remain so fundamentally good. My fierce little human—no, not human. My dormant wolf. My future Luna. My mate.
Her eyes fluttered open, golden amber meeting my gaze.
"Good morning," she whispered, voice still husky with sleep.
"Morning, trouble." I brushed a strand of hair from her face. "How did you sleep?"
