Lilia POV

Lilia gripped Dane’s hand but didn’t answer right away.

Dane didn’t hesitate, however. “Yes. I’m ready to stand with Lilia against whoever dares to harm us or drive us apart. She is my mate.” He put down the cup of tea and brushed his mark–MY mark, she thought– with his fingers, his touch tender and caring. “She bears my mark for all shifters to see.”

Lilia trembled. The skin felt exceptionally sensitive to his light ...