Edeline
My heart stuttered in my chest. I could feel my wolf stretching, tail swishing with joy inside my mind, sending emotions to Percival that made my entire body flush with warmth.
Before I could respond, I was suddenly swept into his arms.
"Percival! I can walk!" I squealed, clinging to him.
He smirked, silencing me with a kiss to the nose. "Not in those heels you can’t. I’m not risking you falling—not on this uneven ground, and definitely not on those planks."
I huffed, but melted a little more at the care in his voice.
He carried me down the dock and onto the boat, then gen
EdelineHe didn’t say more, just held me like I weighed next to nothing as he climbed, moving with purpose. We eventually stopped at a rocky wall nestled between some trees. He set me down gently and took my hand, nodding toward a narrow path that wove between the stone and the trees.“Come on,” he said, and I followed, curiosity buzzing in my chest.Suddenly, he crouched down in front of a dark hole carved into the ground, pressed up against the rock face. A cave? It didn’t look like much—just a shadowy drop into who-knew-where.He glanced up at me. “Do you trust me?”I bit my lip, but I didn’t hesitate. I no
EdelineMy heart stuttered in my chest. I could feel my wolf stretching, tail swishing with joy inside my mind, sending emotions to Percival that made my entire body flush with warmth.Before I could respond, I was suddenly swept into his arms."Percival! I can walk!" I squealed, clinging to him.He smirked, silencing me with a kiss to the nose. "Not in those heels you can’t. I’m not risking you falling—not on this uneven ground, and definitely not on those planks."I huffed, but melted a little more at the care in his voice.He carried me down the dock and onto the boat, then gen
EdelineAs we walked the dirt road leading to my and Percival’s massive house, we passed other pack members here and there. Most of them smiled warmly, tilting their heads slightly, showing their necks in respect.A few even greeted me with, “Hello, Luna,” and each time, it sent a weird little jolt through me. Like… wow. That’s me now.“How’s it feel being Luna, huh?” Mirabelle nudged me with her elbow as the golden light of late afternoon spilled across the road.I smirked, glancing sideways at her. “Still getting used to it. You haven’t told me how it feels on your end. Miss Luna.”She gro
EdelineTears filled her eyes and she dabbed at them, trying to smile through the emotion.I never knew Maximus had put that much thought into it.“Anyway,” she waved it off gently, blinking her eyes dry, “he brought me to the poolside, and there was music playing. I was already half-lost in him, so I wrapped myself around him and we started kissing… then more dancing… and that’s when he dropped to one knee.”Her eyes glossed over again, fanning herself. “He said the most beautiful words I’ve ever heard. Like, I swear, my soul heard them. Then he pulled out this little black velvet box, and my heart just stopped. My wolf went crazy the second she saw that ring.
EdelineIt had only been two weeks since the funerals, and already life felt so different. We’d all healed—me, Dad, William. We were lucky to be alive, and we didn’t take that for granted anymore. Not even for a second.But the Moon’s words still echoed in my mind.She’ll need me again.Until then, she said I was meant to guide wolves—help repair the broken ones and lead them home. Help them find themselves again.Percival had taken that to heart. He’d started training the pack with warriors Maximus had sent over—top-level guys. And honestly? Our pack was stronger for it. X had made some serious changes, too.
EdelineTwo Weeks LaterI woke up to soft lips brushing against mine and a familiar voice whispering, “Good morning, beautiful.”My eyes blinked open slowly, landing on Percival’s face hovering above mine—messy dark hair, those piercing blue eyes, and that smile that somehow made mornings a hundred times better.I let out a big yawn, covering my mouth, and smiled back at him. Waking up like this—next to him—every day for the past two weeks? I could get used to this.“Morning,” I croaked, voice still heavy with sleep.That’s when it hit me—