SERAPHINA’S POV
Ethan arrived just before dinner.
I felt him before I saw him—the simultaneously strange and familiar pull of blood and bond threading through the pack house like a change in pressure.
By the time I came down the stairs, he was already in the entry hall, coat half-off, Maya in front of him with her hands braced on his chest.
“You had to hear how he talked to me,” she was saying, her tone accusing.
He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her. “I’m just glad I met both of you alive.”
She snorted, her eyes fluttering shut as he pressed a kiss to her lips.
Warmth and something uncomfortably close to envy filled me. “Get a room, you two.”
They pulled apart, and Ethan’s gaze slid past Maya’s shoulder to me.
“Sera,” he said, voice rough.
I didn’t wait for him to cross the distance. I stepped into his arms instead.
