Luna Sutton turned around, meeting those blazing silver eyes. Her heartbeat quickened uncontrollably, and she blurted out, "I want to..."
Corbin Crowley's Adam's apple bobbed as he swept her up in his arms and strode deep into the dense forest.
This was their carefully chosen "love nest"—far from the tribal bustle, but not so exposed as the lakeside or the cliffs.
Thick shrubbery hid them from view, wildflowers bloomed brightly at their feet, and the fragrance blended with the scent of grass and wood, filling the air.
Soft beast skins blanketed the grass, two torches stood in corners, their flames flickering in the night, casting a hazy glow—serene, warm, and perfectly secluded.
