Gianna

When the air starts to get chilly, evidence that winter is approaching, Lorcan and I head back to the packhouse. Lorcan carries the picnic basket in one hand while offering me the other. I smile and take it, and Lorcan shoots me a wink.

Taking Lorcan’s hand doesn’t make me cringe as it once did. Now I feel the sparks from the mate bond racing along my skin. I know Lorcan feels it too, and that settles certain doubts in my head. I shouldn’t doubt my mate, but it’s hard not to after everything that’s happened.

“I don’t want you to panic,” I narrow my eyes at Lorcan, but he isn’t looking at me. “But I’ve called a pack meeting. Everyone should be waiting on the training field for us to arrive.”

“Why?” I quietly ask.

It would have been too quiet for a hum