Miranda paced back and forth by the edge of the forest clearing, her eyes darting toward the campfire where Luke was busy preparing a meal. The smell of cooking meat wafted through the air, mixing with the earthy scent of the woods. She’d insisted she could help with the meal, but Luke had waved her off with that easy smile of his, telling her to relax and sit by the fire. That was the first thing that surprised her about him—how genuinely kind he was. There was none of the arrogance or condescension she’d expected from a prince. In fact, he was… thoughtful.
For most of her life, Miranda had been surrounded by the strong, dominant presence of the wolves in her pack. Men who respected her strength, but who also kept their distance. She was used to intimidating those around her—male wolves
