POV: Ronan Montague

The new moon was in three days.

I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it.

Three days felt like forever and not nearly long enough.

"You're doing that ...