Serena Setter

Damien was hugging me. I honestly didn’t know if I’d get to hug him again. Touch him again. Mates tended to get territorial about that sort of thing, werewolves especially. And, while I didn’t know if Macon would be that way, I didn’t have any other reason to think otherwise.

The idea of not having him in my life at all seemed too strange. We’d grown up together. How many times had the Craven family kept me safe in their mansion when there was ...