Gideons POV
The morning sun hit the courtyard of Whitepeak in sharp, clear rays, but I barely noticed the cold. My entire focus was locked onto Sera.
Ever since last week in our quarters, something inside Kane had shifted. My wolf was usually alert, but now he was pacing at the forefront of my mind, his head held high, emitting a low, continuous rumble of fierce possessiveness. I couldn't bring myself to put more than a few inches of distance between Sera and me. Every time she took a step, I was right there beside her, my hand resting firmly at the small of her back, my thumb constantly stroking through the fabric of her dress.
"Gideon," Sera whispered with a soft chuckle as we walked past the line of supply wagons near the main gate. "You're hovering."
"I'm not hovering," I grunted,
