"What do the males do tonight?" Neoma asked, biting her bottom lip as her heart tugged toward the one who she wasn't with—the only one she wanted to be with. Lucas.
It was painful being away from him, particularly since they hadn't completed the bond yet. It was like a lingering, unsettling desire that only got stronger with time. She thought they would eventually get used to it and it wouldn't be so bad, but she was wrong. Very very wrong.
Sometimes it was actually physically painful being apart. And it was physically painful being together—denying themselves the one truth that seemed to get louder and more insistent with every passing day. But tomorrow he would finally be hers.
"They hunt stags," someone chuckled.
August spit out the water she had been drinking from the unexpected laughter that bubbled up. "Stags?" She asked, wiping her face and giggling more. "Seriously?"
"Yep. A good ol lycan stag party," Greta rolled her eyes.
