Eugenia’s POVThe morning after my proclamation, I woke to the weight of Adrian's arm draped across my waist and the scent of pine and musk clinging to the sheets. For a long moment, I simply lay there, tracing the veins on his forearm with my fingertip, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my back.He stirred, his nose nuzzling into my hair. "You're thinking too loud.""I'm always thinking." I turned in his arms, pressing my palm flat against his chest. "What happens now?""Now?" He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Now we see if the pack accepts you fully. There's still the matter of the sentries. Kell and Vance. They've been watching you since the attack."I remembered them—the twin brothers with matching scars over their left eyes, posted outside the council room during the proclamation. They'd stood like statues, but their gazes had followed me with sharp, assessing intensity."They're loyal to you," I said."To the pack." He corrected me gently. "And they're still decidi
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