The knock on my door came well past midnight.
I was half-asleep, curled up in my massive canopy bed with the silk sheets tangled around my legs. The mansion was quiet, the kind of deep silence that only came after a long day of pack duties and training. I had been thinking about Allen — missing the warmth of his body beside me, the way his hand always found mine even in sleep. The bond between us had been restless lately, the elders’ criticism about our timing still lingering like a shadow.
Maybe it’s Mom, I thought groggily, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. Or one of the healers checking on Xander again.
I padded barefoot across the cool marble floor and opened the door.
Allen stood there.
My mate. My everything.
He looked travel-worn but devastatingly handsome — dark hair slightly m
