*Gemma*
Connor left me with the feeling that he’d dunked a bucket of cold water over my head.
Aeryn?
I closed and locked the door, resting the back of my head on it. I’d never prayed to the Moon Goddess as much as I did in the past few hours, but damn, did I need her luck.
***
I stood on the shore, white sand between my toes, eyes closed to the midnight breeze, breathing in the brine. The lapping of the sea lulled my restless heart. The ocean was where I belonged. A lonely, bored she-wolf who longed for the freedom of the rest of the world.
I sensed a presence behind me. I whirled around.
Above him was the silky blue sky dotted with dim stars. The moon was huge and full, blindingly bright. It limned his leanly muscular frame in a halo of white as he padded toward me. But I wasn’t afraid of the stranger. I waited for him, waiting to see his face as he came closer. He stopped a foot away; he was a foot taller, too, so I tipped my chin up while he tipped his down.