Chapter 45

• "The stars are so bright here," Rhea breathed softly, her voice a contented, joyful sigh. She was lying on a blanket at the back of the lake house, her head against Zane's chest. The air was cool, but she was warm, in his arms, in the love of her pack. The scent of him, cinnamon and fresh rain mixed, was a soothing presence.
• "They are," Zane agreed, his deep voice a low rumble. He was tracing patterns on her arm with his fingers, his touch a soft, hypnotic beat. "My family, the Valez family, we are star people. We believe our fates are charted in the stars. That we are all connected by an cosmic string."
• "Is that what you believe?" she asked, looking up at him. The moonlight struck his face, illuminating the unusual seriousness in his eyes.