The way his hand fits around mine feels too good.
'Safe,' she murmurs now.
'Stop it,' I hiss internally. 'You're going to get us caught.'
She only huffs but dims herself before curling up happily, completely content with the warmth of Xavier's hand wrapped around ours.
Silence falls between us again, and the truck turns through a pair of wrought-iron gates bearing the Black Shadow crest. Lights glow between the trees and laughter drifts through the open windows, the others having arrived already.
The Pack House stands exactly as I remember it. Three stories of weathered stone and dark timber nestled in the heart of the territory, every window spilling golden light into the evening.
Pulling up next to the other vehicles, Xavier kills the engine. Before I can reach for the handle, he's
