He’d gotten two hours of sleep—at most—the previous night, and he’d be getting even less tonight with the weight of the full moon pulling at his wolf. But he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, not lying next to Zelda. Her dewy skin sparkled like she’d been cast in bronze, even in the coarse light that slipped in from the hallway. He tried to picture what she might look like under the full moon, or by candlelight, or in the filtered light that slipped through the trees of the woods he hunted behind the farm. She hadn’t given herself to him but an hour ago, and here he was, already planning out their future trysts. Zelda tossed in her sleep, but she didn’t call out Theo’s name this time. She hadn’t mistakenly called out his name while they’d made love either. But she had called out Logan’s name—and more than once. Logan grinned and pulled her hand up to his mouth for a quick kiss, then he pressed it to his chest. A soft smile lifted at the corner of Zelda’s mouth, and he hoped she was dreaming about him.
