"You need fresh air," Damon said, pulling Eve away from the window where she'd been staring out at the gardens for the past hour. "You've been cooped up in this house since the pack meeting disaster yesterday. Come on...walk with me."
Eve hesitated. After what had happened at the pack house, she was reluctant to go anywhere she might encounter pack members. "What if someone sees us? What if..."
"Then they see us," Damon interrupted firmly. "You're Luna. You have every right to walk your own territory. And I'll be with you. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, I'll handle it."
"That's what I'm afraid of," Eve muttered, but she let him lead her outside anyway.
The evening air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of roses from the garden. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. It was beautiful...peaceful in a way that made Eve's chest ache.
"Better?" Damon asked, his hand warm around hers.
