Wrath of the Luna

My footsteps are slow, measured, and silent. She's not pretending to be asleep. She's fast asleep. Her breathing is slow and steady, but all I can see is her head resting on my mate's chest and her hand intertwined with Lorcan's, as though that touch belonged to her by right. I feel the shift taking over me. My wolf's energy pours through every corner of my body like a fire that can't be stopped.