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No wonder Delta had come to stand next to her and asked for her to stay.
God, Nory had no idea how special she was.
She would be just fine here.
She’s mine.
The whisper of his wolf was so distinct on the words.
She’s mine.
The smile fell from his face as he realized what it meant. The animal had chosen before he had even had the power to say no.
There would be no Arrangements. There would be no peace from the Elders.
That claim from his wolf would bring a storm to territory that was already under fire, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
If the animal chose, there was no cutting her off, or leaving her alone.
There was only devotion.
Bonds didn’t happen often, but they happened.
It had happened here.
Nory turned and waved to him, and he knew he would remember this moment for the rest of his life. Her smile. The blade of grass that waved from her hand. Her hair lifting in the breeze. Her eyes sparkling on him. The orange and pink and yellow hues in the sky behind her as the sun set on Coeur d’Alene Lake Pack territory.
It was her first night here, and inside of him, he knew he was changing. This wouldn’t be her only night here. It couldn’t be.
He would need her for what was to come.
This moment was one he would never forget.
A leaf blew across the porch, and he leaned over and plucked it from its path and spun it slowly in circles by the stem.
He needed to keep this for the memory.
Chapter Ten
“How do I look?” Nory whispered, feeling self-conscious in her oversized night shirt that hung to her knees. She hadn’t exactly been thinking straight enough to pack lingerie earlier today after the Jackson fiasco.
Liam was lying on the guest bed in Nate’s house, no shirt, abdominal muscles perfect, his big hand resting on his stomach, and his other arm resting behind his head. He wore this crooked grin that was so sexy. Oh, that man knew he looked good.
“It’s pretty sexy, but you would look better in one of my T-shirts.”
“Well, I don’t have one of those,” she said primly as she crawled across the bed and scurried under the covers he held up for her. “Why is it so cold in here?”
“Most houses in a werewolf territory don’t have heat. It’s a waste of money. We don’t get cold like you humans do.”
“What about when it’s snowy and freezing?” she asked, appalled.
He shrugged. “A little fire in the fireplace is good enough.”
“You know, I’m not going to hang out with you anymore if you keep making me realize how fragile I am.”
He chuckled and tucked the blanket around her tightly like she was a little burrito. He still lay on top of the covers, and when she felt his skin, she could understand why. He was burning up. In fact, that side of her body was heating up just laying this close to him, so that was good. At least she wouldn’t get hypothermia tonight.
He brushed a strand of flyaway hair from her face and traced her hairline thoughtfully. Only the small lamp in the corner was on, and it cast his handsome face in gold light. Hiseyes were lighter than they should’ve been. She was starting to read him in that way. His eyes were like a mood ring she’d had in second grade.