The Lycan's Rejected Mate
I knew how to carry it.
This was different.
I rose from the fire without announcing it. No one stopped me. They rarely did.
I didn’t need the link to know where she was.
I tilted my head slightly, scanning the dark canopy above the perimeter, and there she was.
Violet.
She’d chosen height again. A hammock strung between two thick branches, barely visible unless you knew what to look for. The moonlight caught the faint outline of her form, one arm tucked beneath her head, the other resting loosely across her middle. Even asleep, she looked deliberate.