Chapter 70

CILLIAN

Ciara beamed brighter than any sunrise and was warmer than any hot spring. She was like Mother Nature, wrapped in the stars—and the best thing? She was all mine. It seemed as if my life hadn’t even begun until half an hour ago, and now the road of life opened up to me in ways I’d never thought possible.

Ciara glanced over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed and eyes playful. I still craved her, and the wolf within me strutted around my mind like a proud beast that had conquered the world and all that was in it.

I tugged on Ciara’s hand, bringing her up short. She spun around and planted her hands on my chest. The energy flowing from the palms of her hands was warm and delicate. It felt as if she could reach inside of me and caress my very soul.

In my youth, I had heard stories of what it was like when you marked another. How intimate things would become, but not even in my wildest dreams had I imagined that would extend to the joy and connection I felt with Ciara.

“Don’t be surpr