“So, what do we do on a pack run?”
“We just have fun, whatever the lady wishes,” he says with very salacious undertones.
He begins to run, not too fast, so I can catch up.
I have my pack, I’m fully a part of this connection with Violet. I’m finally free.
Chapter 47
My skin is sweaty and my heart is thrumming in my chest when we get back to the place where we discarded our clothes. Some of the pack just went home while others came back to get their garments.
Azure pushed me out for some festivities, but I feel alive. I didn’t think it was possible to find more family outside of my coven, but after tonight I think I’ve made the right steps with the pack.
Silas and I are dressing, the other shifters around are the only reason I don’t jump his bones right now. He smirks, like he knows it. Man is too good looking for his own good.
“Let’s go home,” he says, tightening his flannel jacket around me as we walk over to his bike that I somehow haven’t been on the back of.
He gets on first, and I wrap my arms around him tightly, taking in his scent and the feel of his body pressed against mine. He hands me a helmet, and I put it on, even though I place a safety enchantment over us in hushed tones.
Silas starts the engine and squeezes my thigh.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I reply with a squeeze as he drives us into the night.
It’s freeing and fun, but doesn’t come close to how it felt to shift and run tonight. The moon shines ahead of us, the sign of a new beginning as he pulls up to the house. I no longer need to hide his bike as he parks and I hop off and hand him the helmet.
“Can I show you something?” he asks and I nod, taking his hand in mine as we walk around the side of the house to the backyard.
My mouth drops as I take in the gazebo he built alongside my father. He painted it purple to match the house and added lights.
“Your mother spelled the lights,” he says as we approach and I step onto the gazebo, where I notice the blankets and pillows waiting for us.
I cast a spell so we aren’t eaten alive with bugs as Silas sits and I straddle his lap, running my nails against his beard and looking into his eyes.
“Thank you for this.”
“Had to keep myself busy or I would have gone crazy. Thorin was already halfway there.”
“I never?—”
“You didn’t do anything, Violet. All that matters is you’re here now, you’re in my arms, you’re you again.”
“Do you really think you could have made zombie me fall in love with you again?” I joke and he smirks.
“I had plans in place. Maybe some hexes, some impromptu trips to the courthouse. I would have made it happen,” he says.
I keep touching his face because he’s pretty, and I missed him.
“What now?” I ask.
“Honestly? I need my fucking mark on you again, Vi. I don’t think I can wait.”
I smile at his impatience, only because I feel the same way. His large hands are spanning my waist as he holds me. It almost feels reminiscent of the first time we bonded, our wolves havingtheir fun and leaving us with the fallout, but this time it’s less charged. It’s softer and more intimate.
Especially as we sit in the gazebo he made, the full moon glinting against the lake as the frogs bellow and the peaceful fall air surrounds us.
“Now what kind of wife would I be if I said no?”
