Chapter 21

• "I pictured that Theon's head would explode. Did you see his face, Mooncrest? It was a masterpiece in not quite held-back rage."
• Zane Valez's tone was low laughter, but his eyes, flashing in the light of the celebration torches, were stone serious as he guided Rhea away from the crowd of pack members still stunned by her dance. They'd withdrawn to a dark, secluded garden on the edges of the ceremonial fields. The air, still charged with the lingering perfume of celebration and the scent of Rhea's overpowering pheromones, sparked between them.
• "I didn't have the nerve to even look at him," Rhea admitted, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. The high of her performance was slowly being overtaken by a shiver-deep in her bones. "I was afraid I'd get cold feet if I did."