Percy's POV
The overwhelming need to claim my mate consumes every rational thought in my head. Her family's presence in the packhouse, the timing, none of it matters. Yesterday's revelation about her ignorance of our pack's wealth, hearing her declare she would want me even without money, combined with the terror of nearly losing her in battle, creates an unstoppable hunger that claws at my insides.
Rising from my chair, I place Henderson on her feet before striding to the door. The lock clicks with finality as I turn back to face her.
"Percy?"
"I need you, Henderson. Right now." The raw desperation bleeding through my voice surprises even me.
Her eyes scan the office. "Where?"
A growl rumbles from my chest, satisfaction flooding through me. The darkness within me trembles with anticipation of her light. She doesn't question my urgency, only seeks clarification on logistics. Her innocence about how I plan to take her in this very room makes my blood sing.
