Claimed by the Panther

“I’m fine, just a few more days.” Willow was lying through her teeth to Reid, and they both knew it. […]

“Stay a little longer.” Caspian’s voice was soft, almost pleading, as Willow prepared to hike out to Cedar Ridge again.

“Tell me about them.” It was three days after Willow’s return, and they were lying in the furs together, both

They cleaned up in silence. Caspian shifted back to panther to drag the bodies deep into the forest, far from

Five days. Caspian had been alone for five days, and he could feel himself slipping. The panther was taking over.

The almost-kiss that broke everything happened on a rainy afternoon. They’d been together a month. A perfect, domestic, impossibly happy

“I think we should talk about the bond,” Willow said three weeks later. They were in their clearing—their spot now,

Willow burned breakfast. “How?” Caspian asked, staring at the charred remains of what was supposed to be fish. “It’s fish.

The touching was driving Caspian insane. Since they’d started kissing, Willow couldn’t seem to keep her hands off him. She

“Tell me more about the mate bond,” Willow said the next morning. They were lying in the furs, tangled together.