August blew out a breath, her expression softening. Graeme was afraid to lose her. That explained his decision.
"This isn't just about you and me anymore. It never really has been," she said quietly. "We have the whole pack to worry about. And our son…"
"It has always been about you and me. And it always will be," he replied, drawn to her, automatically seeking to be close to the one who was like his constant gravity. He crossed the distance that remained between them and ran his hands down her arms. "David believes he is lying about that part, but I know you. You wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice yourself for anyone in this pack if the need presented itself. We have never had to fight to defend our way of life. I have never had to risk you like this, not since Zagan took you…"
"I chose to go with Zagan," she said softly, the depth of his gaze piercing through the fierce defense that would typically armor her words.
