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I wake up to his palm on my breasts, my head resting on his arm, my back pressed against his solid chest. The chirping of birds fills the air, accompanied by the lively chatter of Lycans going about their day but then I feel a summons, different from all others. Powerful. Familiar.

I close my eyes to listen, and it comes through, steady, confident, respectful, calm, resonating deep into my soul.

“Zephyr.”

I flutter my eyelids open and ease off the bed gently. I reach for the Lycannar shirt and put it on, watch it fall over my knees, and walk toward the corridor to stare outside.

Past the people, beyond the massive gates of the Lycan Kingdom, I see him. Mounted on a powerful white warhorse, I recognize his energy before his face.

Jurrek Bane.