Chapter 47

• "The wood is cold," Rhea murmured softly, her voice a gentle hum as she sat on a fallen tree trunk in the clearing outside the lake house. She was alone with Blaze. The other alphas were still out on patrol, their absence a hollow space in the pack bond. She wasn't frightened, but she knew.
• "While it's for that," Blaze growled, his voice rough and low. He knelt on the earth in front of her, big hands expertly building a fire out of a little pile of tinder. His aroma, a mixture of smoke and pine, filled the air. "A fire warms cold wood."
• "Is that the way you see me, Blaze?" she stated, gazing at the little flames just beginning to flicker into existence. "A fire? A warmth-giver?"