Gianna
Lorcan and I head back to the packhouse when the air gets chilly. Lorcan carries the picnic blanket in one hand while offering me the other. I smile and take it, and Lorcan shoots me a wink.
Taking Lorcan’s hand doesn’t make me cringe as it once did. I feel the sparks from the mate bond racing along my skin. I know Lorcan feels it, too, and that settles certain doubts in my head. I shouldn’t doubt my mate, but it’s hard not to after everything that’s happened.
“I don’t want you to panic,” I narrow my eyes at Lorcan, but he isn’t looking at me. “But I’ve called a pack meeting. Everyone should be waiting on the training field for us to arrive.”
“Why?” I quietly ask. It would have been too quiet for a human to hear. But with our Wolf hearing, Lorcan heard me loud and clear.
“Becau
