Ally's POV

　　I sit with my back against a plush chaise lounge. Elliot's hand finds mine in the semi-darkness, his touch both soothing and electrifying as we share the solitude of this night, away from the prying eyes of our respective packs.

　　"Beautiful, isn't it?" His voice is a soft murmur, barely rising above the whisper of the wind that carries the scent of wildflowers and the distant ocean.

　　"Enchanting," I reply, my gaze fixed on the orb that hangs ...