Heath paced restlessly back and forth down the hallway. He looked like a wild man, his auburn hair standing up at all angles, the rough shadow of a beard on his pale jaw. His mate William watched him with equal parts concern, awe and love.
Heath had been rogue for a long time, along with his little sister Hannah. They had survived alone, in the wild, on the run since they were just kids, right up to the day that they ended up camped just outside the Rebel Moon boundary. William and Heath had built a small house inside of Rebel Moon, but Heath still wasn’t a true pack member. Just like he wasn’t wholly William’s partner yet. They were mated and marked, but not yet married. He wore the ring William had given him on finger, but he wouldn’t commit to a date. He said he couldn’t do
