Percy's POV
Never in my entire existence have I experienced nerves like this. My hands remain steady, my expression controlled as I face the pack, but inside my chest, anxiety coils like a living thing. I've always felt drawn to Henderson, always craved her company above all others. Tonight changes everything. This radiant, stunning woman belongs to me now. The terrifying part is how badly I want to claim her completely, and how afraid I am that my control will snap and I'll destroy her in the process.
When Henderson bids the pack goodnight, I scan the room and notice every pair of eyes fixed on us. Whether it's shock over my return with their Luna or they're picking up on my internal turmoil, I don't appreciate the scrutiny. The last thing I need is pack members questioning my authority or my right to this mate.
My sharp dismissal sends them scattering like startled prey.
