LOGINThe music pulsed through the great hall, wild and primal, making the crystal lights dance. But it was nothing compared to how Dante's magic moved around us, the air charged with his power as he guided me into the first steps. Every point of contact between us burned-his hand on my waist, his chest against mine, his power tangling with my light until I could barely remember why we shouldn't be this close. lenjoyed dancing with him, for a moment I could almost imagine him as a regular suitor at one of the events in our town hall. Except no one back home could rival the sheer power and masculinity of this man. This werewolf. When he spun me out, then pulled me back against his chest, the air between us seemed to vibrate with energy. Like his magic couldn't bear to break contact even for a moment. His hand spread possessively across my stomach, and memories of how those fingers had felt in the springs made heat pool low in my belly. "The pack is watching," he murmured again
I hadn't expected this. The great hall l'd only seen in daylight, empty and echoing, had been transformed. Crystal light danced across the walls, catching on fabric draped between ancient pillars Music filled the air--not the formal court music Il'd known at home, but something wilder, more primal. Something that made my magic stir in response. But it was the pack that truly surprised me. Even those most affected by the curse seemed different tonight. Lighter. As if the music and crystal light let them remember who they were beneath their twisted forms. Even Maven's aged wolf-shape seemed to hold more grace as she moved among them. Then Dante entered, and my breath caught at how his power filled the space. He'd dressed formally for the occasion-black pants and a deep blue shirt that emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, the lean strength in his frame. The starkelegance only highlighted the predatory grace in his movements, the raw power that radiated f
The following morning, I made my way toward the healing chambers, exhausted after a night of fighting both beast and primal urges Maven had summoned me-something about reviewing the pack's healing progress-but my thoughts kept straying to yesterday's events in the springs. To watching Lily walk away while my body still burned with need, to how sleep had been impossible as the memory of her pleasure tormented me until dawn Ihadn't summoned her to my study last night for our usual kiss. What happened between us in the springs had more than satisfied her end of our daily bargain, and there would have been no way to control myself during another encounter. Not after tasting her, after feeling her magic flare when she came apart under my touch. The beast was still too close to the surface, still fighting my control even now. It's working, isn't it? The Alpha and the healer?'Kira's excited thoughts reached me before I turned the corner. 'His power is stronger like Maven said
I hadn't come down here intending to tempt him. Or at least, that's what I told myself as Dante's hands tightened on my waist and his words sent heat flooding through me. Il'd come in search of the sacred springs Maven said would help restore my magic after working with so many of the pack. She'd said their ancient power would soothe the bone-deep exhaustion that came from channeling too much healing at once. She hadn't mentioned Dante would be here. Hadn't mentioned I'd find him in the largest pool, water lapping at his chest, his curse marks stark against wet skin in the crystal light. Hadn't warned me how the sight of him would make my magic surge with recognition, with need to not only heal but to feel. Just like I had last night. As his growled promise vibrated against my throat, I couldn't deny the thrill of power that came with making the alpha lose control. With knowing my presence alone could shatter his restraint. Every point of contact between us burned-his h
Dawn was breaking by the time we made it back to the castle, Ash leaning heavily on my shoulder. The attack had been coordinated, planned-Kael's wolves lying in wait exactly where they knew we'd patrol after their earlier provocation. My own wounds burned, but I barely noticed them through the fury. Through knowing they'd been testing us, counting on us checking the borders after their display at the castle. Lily was already rushing down the castle steps toward us, her magic reaching instinctively for mine even as concern painted her features. The beast stirred instantly, remembering how that magic had felt tangled with ours just hours ago, how she'd responded to my touch. "What happened?" Her hands fluttered over Ash's wounds, assessing, but even that brief proximity to us made her power call to mine, made my primal magic surge toward her light. "Healing chambers," she ordered, already moving to support Ash's other side. "Now." Ishould have sent her ahead. Maintained
The moment Lily closed the door behind her, the last remnants of my control finally broke. The beast surged forward with enough force to drive me to my knees, my primal magic writhing wild around me as her scent, her magic, her desire still filled the air. Even the stones of the castle seemed to pulse with lingering power. I should never have agreed to this new arrangement. Should have known better than to thinkl could taste her pleasure without wanting to claim everything. My beast still strained for the door, hunting for traces of her light like a starving creature. Like he couldn't accept letting her go when every instinct screamed to chase her down, to finish what we'd started, to claim her Mark her. No. I slammed my fist into the stone floor, using the pain to focus. To drag the beast back under control. But even that wasn't working like it usually did. Ever since she'd healed me, something had changed. Some small part of my true power had broken free of the curse







