Maybe the way I was leaning fully into Alaric because my spine had forgotten how to hold itself.
Maybe the tremor in my hands.
Maybe my face.
Whatever it was, he nodded.
“Of course.”
The Alphas moved back.
They murmured between themselves.
Alaric didn’t wait for permission after that.
He stood with me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.
I should have protested.
I was a Luna.
An Alpha female.
A blessed wolf.
A woman who had survived more than one man’s attempt to turn her into a thing.
But the second my feet left the floor, relief hit me so hard my throat closed.
I didn’t have to walk.
Goddess.
I didn’t have to walk.
So I let him carry me out of the dungeon.
Through the corridors.
Through Crescent Moon.
The pack where I had once lived.
The pack where I had once worn J
