“Oh, Sebastian, you could try being a little less clinical sometimes,” I’d insisted, my fingers digging into the thick wool of his jacket as the scent of the winter frost swirled around our porch. “Our wolves need this solstice season. I want us to establish our own traditions within the Blackwood territory.”The memory of his rare, genuine smile still made my chest contract with a sudden, painful sharpness. For a single evening during that second winter, the massive physical and emotional barriers separating our ranks had completely collapsed. He had even assisted me in fastening the silver crest at the absolute peak of the pine tree, his heavy, scarred hands resting securely on my waist as his sheer Alpha strength lifted me effortlessly into the air.Later that night, beneath the light of a waxing moon, he had pressed a small, velvet-lined box into my palm containing a delicate, hand-carved ice-crystal pendant. “Every single freeze forms a unique pattern on the lake,” he had murmure
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