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As I soon realize, she is not only an excellent fighter but also a very good swimmer. I love it. I am a decent swimmer myself, but it is not exactly my strongest form of movement. Plus, I am still a little slower than usual. At least that is what I am telling myself as I try hard to keep up with Rhia.
I am right behind her, but there is no hiding my labored breathing when we reach the rocks. On warm days, my friends and I love to climb onto the smooth stones and sunbathe. Unfortunately, it’s not quite warm enough for that yet.
Unlike me, Rhia is not even a little winded, and I admire her strength. “You’re an amazing athlete. I can’t wait to see what you can do without the necklace,” I grin at her.
‘Oooh, well she’s hot!’ Hunter’s voice comes through the mind link, and I let out a growl. Turning to the tree line behind me, I easily spot his wolf in the bushes.
‘Leave now, or I will end you! This is your future luna!’
‘Jealous, huh? Relax, man, I was just going for a quick hunt. I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it.’ His wolf actually gives me a wink before he turns around.
“Are you coming in?” As I turn back around, Rhia is already swimming away from the shore.
We head back at a slower pace, leisurely swimming next to each other.
“Do you think they would mind if we skipped the communal dinner tonight?” Rhia asks.
“Not in the mood for a crowd?”
“Not really. It’s just all a little much,” she shrugs, then adds quickly: “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to get the wrong impression. I am looking forward to spending more time with your pack. Just not quite yet.”
“You need some time to process everything, I get it.”
She gives me a questioning look when I reach for her hand before I get up, pulling her with me. The contact sends tingles up my arm. “We need to head back and talk to our parents if we want to avoid dinner. They might whip us and throw us in the dungeon, and I don’t think I could take that.” I wink at her to make sure she knows I am joking about that last part.
She chuckles, gripping my hand a little tighter. We are silent on our way to the packhouse, and it feels good to be walking with her like this. Her smaller hand fits into mine just right.

When Ann D. Lang isn’t writing, she can be found with her family and her cats — who treat everyone in the house as their personal servants and are entirely unbothered by deadlines. A lifelong lover of paranormal romance in all its forms, from vampire courts and fae kingdoms to witch covens and wolf pack politics, she has spent years falling in love with other people’s worlds — and one day simply decided to open the doors to a world of her own.















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