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icture of the devoted future Luna. I stood by Damien's side at the entrance to the new west wing-

ring ceilings and windows that framed the starlit sky. Damien played his part perfectl

bond." Then, he presented me with a gift. It was a ring, a stunn

ure stone of the Silver Creek Pack. Cassandra's

vious. I felt a cold dre

ted through the crowd of legs, making

Damien's legs, clingi

ustics. He pointed a chubby finger directly at me. "Daddy! Mommy sa

torm of shocked whispers and frantic Mind-Links. The perfect facade of Alpha Dami

ssed. He tried to use his Alpha's Command, the irresistible

effect on his own blood

a look of feigned panic. "Oh, my goodness! Rory, sweetie, come to Mommy

strung with polished wolf fangs. My breath hitched. I had made that bracelet for Damien two years

loser look, needing to be sure. "T

nner wolf, primal and thoughtless, saw only a threat moving

ved me

from him!

kward. My head connected with the sharp stone corner of the m

hrough my abdomen. I looked down. The pure white of my dre

, fussing over a tiny scrape on his son's knee, completely oblivious to his mate bleeding out on the floor. He scooped the boy into