Malrik
Raven pressed harder against my control, sensing we were losing her, and my eyes shut tightly as I fought him back. My pulse hammered in my throat, my skin prickling with the static of his agitation.
“Is it your wolf?” Daisy’s voice was soft, uncertain.
Raven froze instantly, her voice slicing through the chaos in my head. I reached out, slowly, afraid she might bolt if I moved too quickly. My fingers brushed her arm, warm, trembling, and I confess quietly, “We want this baby, Daisy. We want you.”
This time, she didn’t pull away. Her eyes glistened under the cold shimmer of the park lights, and when the first tear slipped down her cheek, I caught it with my thumb. “Baby, no more tears,” I murmured, brushing her face with soft kisses, one after the other. “Not unless they’re
