Chapter 45

Griff’s lips were soft and supple and my salvation. After the awkwardness of the night before, this kiss was exactly what I needed.

Somewhere in the depths of my soul, Beki was making a congratulatory backflip. I couldn’t focus on the activities of my wolf. Not when my pulse beat so fast that it filled my ears with a drumroll. Not when my knees trembled so much that I could barely hold up my own weight.

I stumbled, but Griff’s strong arm around my back held me in place.

“Congratulations,” he murmured into the kiss. “I knew you would succeed.”

Fenrir cleared his throat, making Griff pull back.

“Save the celebration for later,” he said, his words gruff. “We still have a lot to do before the Strawberry Moon. Cathwulf, what are your findings?”

Whatever I was about to say evaporated under the heat of Griff’s gaze. He had never looked at me with both love and admiration—not even when he thought I was Katie.

“Give her a minute,” Lydia said with a chuckle.

Fenrir huffed a breath and turned to