Do you prefer the roasted venison or the herb-infused bone broth?" Lucas asked as he detected the soft brush of her footsteps against the cedar planks, his back still turned to her."I... let me think," Emily replied, her voice still a quiet murmur in the thin mountain air."Great Mother!" Lucas exhaled, turning fully to face her. His golden eyes flared with a sudden, searing intensity as they swept over her."What is it?""You look like a vision of the Lunar Goddess herself..." he whispered, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his usual Alpha stoicism.Emily let out a small, breathless laugh, feeling the warmth of his praise more than the hearth-fire. Daniel, standing by the frosted window, offered a sharp nod of approval."It is a triumph to finally speak of your beauty to your face, rather than through a runic screen," Lucas murmured, his gaze lingering on the way the green wool clung to her frame."You truly must burn those oversized rags you used to wear, Emily," Daniel added
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