Never before had a female entangled his chest so in knots, who fought against him because she could, who enthralled him so completely that she alone could bring him to his knees.Īrokan pulled Luna into his arms, careful not to disturb their nursing child. Never before had he cared so deeply for a female who was not of his line. At first, it had frustrated and confused him. She’d always made him feel that way, he mused. His Luna looked over at him, smiling, and though it was a bitterly cold night, he felt like he was watching a thousand sunrises over Dakkar. It was, perhaps, his most important role, the role that brought him ultimate happiness.Īrokan slid underneath the furs, nude, next to his mate. Just like Arokan had always known he would rise to be Vorakkar of his own horde, he’d also known that he would rise to be a father and a mate. Less than a moon cycle old, born under a sparkling night sky blessed by Kakkari, blessed by Drukkar. At her exposed breast was their child, suckling. His Luna-his kassikari, his Morakkari-was lying cocooned in the furs. Love and awe and determination and a fierce need to protect followed, as they always did. Arokan of Rath Kitala stood from the fire barrel, after ensuring there would be enough fuel to burn through the night, and returned to the bed of furs.Ĭontentment, unlike he’d ever known, filled him. The v oliki was warm, though outside the land was frozen over.
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