Black Claw: Bound by Fate
Donovan just held her, quiet and steady, as if daring anyone to pry her from his grasp.
Later, when she could stand, she went out on the porch again, naked, bleeding dawn and their love onto the splinters. She knew, now, that no rival would ever take her. Her wolves were primed for blood and for loyalty, and she had made them hers in every way that counted.
Elena stretched her arms above her head, called back to them in the house, and watched as each of her triplets answered, one after the other, full-throated and ready to begin again.
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