Adrian insisted on taking the official bonding portrait.He brought a photographer to the manor and reminded me that every Blackwood heir had displayed one in the council hall. Tradition, he said, wasn't optional. Claire was supposed to rest off camera, but after mentioning that she hadn't had a formal photograph in years, she changed into an evening dress and stepped in front of the backdrop.The moonstone ring glittered on her hand. Adrian placed one palm at her waist so she wouldn't lose her balance, and the photographer, who clearly had no idea which woman was supposed to be the bride, told them to move closer.When the flash went off, they looked more like mates than Adrian and I ever had.My turn came next. Before the photographer could take a single shot, Claire's breathing grew ragged. Adrian didn't wait for the pack physician to finish examining her. He swept her into his arms and headed for the garage.“We'll reschedule,” he called over his shoulder.I stood alone beneath the
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