It's an homage to the moon - Lady Luna might not force a shift or feral behavior like humans thought in their books and movies, but her quiet influence cannot help but be felt as a primal tug in the days leading up to and at the zenith of the full moon. Dylan stumbles back from Jamie, startled as the idea occurs to him. It seemed like it had happened so fast - the run, the ceremony, the wolf, the bonding - and the adrenaline which has fueled him all evening is beginning to wear off, leaving him shaky and unsure. He cannot deny that he finds his mate attractive - more than attractive, really, considering he's been pining over a stupid portrait - but the realization that Jamie is his mate hits him on a whole new level. "I'm so sorry!" he gasps out, his eyes wide. "I made you bond to me and what if you didn't want to and - " Jamie steps forward and reaches out to ground him, his broad, warm hand reaching out to fit the curve of the back of his neck.
