Penelope's POV

Kissing Timothy changes everything and nothing at the same time. We're still partners in pack leadership. Still living separately. Still taking things slow.

But now there's this. His mouth is on mine when we say goodbye. His arm around my waist during pack meetings. The way he looks at me like I'm the only person in the room. It's terrifying and wonderful in equal measure.

"You're glowing," my mother observes one morning over breakfast. "Things are going well with ...