Shadewood We are in the war.

Before. She attacked me when I was coming home, Masque murmured.

The feel of his muscles rolling under his warm fur made her want to stop him and insist he ravish her on the spot. She cast her senses in other directions, searching for a distraction.

The woods were noisy in a pleasant sort of way, filled with the chatter of animals. Everywhere her golden gaze landed, she saw signs of spring taking hold. The smell of blossoms mingled with all the other rich, earthy fragrances drifting through their home.

It really was beautiful and I can’t wait to take you there. But nothing compares to this place, Masquerade observed on an exhale, you know?

She paused as a giddy feeling skipped through her stomach now. Masque’s eyes traced over the cut of Riley’s jawbone and she thought, He’s not just my mate anymore; now he’s the father of my children too. The thought drew her closer, her nose touching his cheek.

None of this has been easy, she murmured against his cheekbone, but I know it’s worth it. I regret nothing.