Gideons POV
Watching Sera hand Martha the money—using the coin purse I’d placed in her hands before we left the suite—made a wave of fierce, quiet pride swell in my chest.
She stood tall beside the counter, her shoulders squared, no longer looking like a hesitant, fearful woman. The way Martha’s words had landed on her—You belong here, Luna—was still echoing through our bond, filling the space between us with a warm, crystalline peace.
Kane preened inside my head, his dark wolf ears pricked forward, thoroughly satisfied with the elder’s words. She sees it, Kane rumbled softly. They are beginning to see our mate.
"Thank you, Martha," I said, my voice deep and resonance-filled as I reached over to pick up the heavy canvas bag containing Sera's new wardrobe. "For everything."
Martha bow
