Chapter 78

• The night was quiet, the kind of quiet that wrapped around the room like velvet. Bellamy lay curled against Dominic, her head resting on the solid warmth of his chest.
• His arm was draped over her waist, protectively, grounding, until something shifted. A subtle tension rippled through him.
• Dominic’s chest tightened under her cheek, his breath hitched. He felt his wolf stirred up, the power of the full moon drawing it out.