Restless Instincts

The grand hall thrummed with the deafening roar of a newborn alliance, yet Valera couldn't bring herself to focus on the music or the laughter.

Magnus’s massive palm rested securely against the curve of her lower back, but the skin at her nape kept prickling with inexplicable static.

"What troubles you, my Luna?" Magnus murmured, leaning his head down to pitch his deep rumble beneath the noise.