Part 2
### Chapter 1: Chapter-1
Avery’s POV“Is the moon really gonna be blue?”“You asked me that at breakfast,” I said, working the tangles out of my daughter’s hair while she squirmed on the stool in front of me.“You didn’t answer at breakfast.”“You’ll see it tonight.”“That’s not an answer either.”She was only six years old
Avery’s POV“Come on… take, damn you!”I’d been at it since breakfast, but the graft just wasn’t having it. Outside the glass, the first frost of the year sat silver on the ground. Inside, the greenhouse was warm and green and smelled like soil and steam, and Claire’s face was propped up on the tabl
Bjorn’s POV“Do you feel that?”My wolf lifted his head, sniffing the air, just as they were about to bring the cake out.My stomach rumbled. “Do we have to follow it right now? I want cake—”“We have to. Please.”I sighed, looking in the direction where my wolf had been pulling me all night. Off in
We exchanged rings. His hands were steady. Mine weren’t, and he steadied them the way he always did, and then he cupped my face and kissed me, and the bond opened all the way up and flared so bright and so warm that I heard Tegan huff a laugh, because every wolf within fifty yards must have smelled
Avery’s POVMy mother did up the last button on my dress with hands that hadn’t stopped shaking all day.“There,” she said, stepping back to look at me. The dress was simple, ivory, sleeves to the elbow, nothing exactly spectacular—but it was exactly what I’d wanted. Her eyes traveled down it, and s
He opened the box.The ring was a simple moonstone, oval and pale, set in a thin silver band, and even in the candlelight, it seemed to hold a little glow of its own. It didn’t look like anything out of a jeweler’s case downtown. It looked like it had been made specifically for me.“Avery,” he said.
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### Chapter 2: Chapter-2
Avery’s POV“Is the moon really gonna be blue?”“You asked me that at breakfast,” I said, working the tangles out of my daughter’s hair while she squirmed on the stool in front of me.“You didn’t answer at breakfast.”“You’ll see it tonight.”“That’s not an answer either.”She was only six years old
Avery’s POV“Come on… take, damn you!”I’d been at it since breakfast, but the graft just wasn’t having it. Outside the glass, the first frost of the year sat silver on the ground. Inside, the greenhouse was warm and green and smelled like soil and steam, and Claire’s face was propped up on the tabl
Bjorn’s POV“Do you feel that?”My wolf lifted his head, sniffing the air, just as they were about to bring the cake out.My stomach rumbled. “Do we have to follow it right now? I want cake—”“We have to. Please.”I sighed, looking in the direction where my wolf had been pulling me all night. Off in
We exchanged rings. His hands were steady. Mine weren’t, and he steadied them the way he always did, and then he cupped my face and kissed me, and the bond opened all the way up and flared so bright and so warm that I heard Tegan huff a laugh, because every wolf within fifty yards must have smelled
Avery’s POVMy mother did up the last button on my dress with hands that hadn’t stopped shaking all day.“There,” she said, stepping back to look at me. The dress was simple, ivory, sleeves to the elbow, nothing exactly spectacular—but it was exactly what I’d wanted. Her eyes traveled down it, and s
He opened the box.The ring was a simple moonstone, oval and pale, set in a thin silver band, and even in the candlelight, it seemed to hold a little glow of its own. It didn’t look like anything out of a jeweler’s case downtown. It looked like it had been made specifically for me.“Avery,” he said.
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