RIGGS POV
They were shaking in my arms.
Not from fear.
Not from exhaustion.
But from something stronger, deeper, something I could feel like a heartbeat pulsing under their skin.
The truth was out.
Their wolves.
Their mother.
Their impossible, fragile, beautiful vulnerability.
I thought it would crush me.
Instead, it made something in my chest break open.
They had spent their whole life worrying about this,
because no one had ever told them they were more than enough already.
Beautiful.
Deadly.
Loved.
And all mine.
No wonder Rudolph was snarling.
No wonder my own ribs felt too tight.
No wonder the room itself felt too small to hold what I felt for them.
They weren’t weak.
They were waiting.
Waiting for me.
Waiting for the bond.
Waiting for the mark.
Waiting for lov
