Chapter 72
Cameron
I don't know what just happened—only that one second I was fine, and the next, a surge of anger and bone-deep possessiveness hit me so hard it stole my breath. My wolf was at the surface, teeth bared, claws ready.
If Lenora hadn't touched me, grounding me with that small, steadying hand, I might've stepped forward and snapped his neck without a second thought. The image of it felt too easy, too natural—like breathing.
What the fuck was that?
Lenora guides me away from the noise, her touch steady on my arm until the crowd fades behind us. Only when it's just the two of us do I feel my chest loosen, the heat in my blood ebbing enough to think clearly.
"Thank you," I murmur, my voice rough.
She steps closer, close enough for her scent to fill my lungs, and her fingers thread slowly through my hair. The simple contact is grounding, intoxicating.
