“I do so love it when you say that, Moira.” Dante dropped my suitcase on the marble floor, the sound echoing through the vast hallway. I rolled my eyes as Blaze chuckled. They’d both been nearly giddy in the helicopter on the flight to Chicago. Not that I could blame them. With our bonding complete, the three of us joined forever in a triad mating, I was feeling a little giddy myself. Meeting Dante and Blaze, two wolf shifters who’d been mated to each other for nearly five centuries, had irrevocably changed my life. I went from being a single shewolf in a small pack in the Appalachians to one third of the most powerful triad in all of North American wolf shifters. As president of the National Association of the Lycan Brotherhood, Blaze, or Blasius Zenne, was the leader of the wolf shifter community, a title he took seriously. And Dante, as his mate, had made himself well-known as well by running the private security and investigative forces Blaze employed.
