When I surfaced, Savannah was lying on the grass, one knee raised as she
 
 gazed at the heavens. I finished cleaning up and climbed out.
 
 Settling next to her, I scooped her up. She nestled her head on my
 
 shoulder and draped her leg over mine. Where there had been electricity
 
 before, there was now only the low thrum of a current passing between our
 
 skin.
 
 “This was a good night.” She sighed, resting her hand on my chest. I
 
 could smell her contentment, or maybe it was mine.
 
 I traced her back, watching the stars above as my thoughts churned.
 
 Savannah was everything my body desired. But she was like a bottle of
 
 fine wine. Every sip I took, the more I wanted, and the further from reality I
 
 slipped. From responsibility—my responsibility to my endangered pack.
 
 Theirs was the only future that mattered. While I might want Savannah, I had
 
 to think on behalf of thousands more.
 
 I was bewitched and drunk. And I needed to sober up.
 
 We had to find a cure for her condition. When she returned to being only
 
 a sorcerer, only a LaSalle, then maybe the bond would be severed, and I
 
 could resist her siren call.
 
 But she’s ours.
 
 Savannah’s soft snores filled the silence, and I smiled.
 
 And froze.
 
 “Savy, wake up!” I jerked upright, grabbing her shoulders, but her eyes
 
 were shut, her mind somewhere distant.
 
 Then she began to fade away.
 
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 Savannah
 
 I breathed in Jaxson’s signature and sighed, letting my mind drift.
 
 Everything felt right, for once.
 
 Wake up!
 
 My wolf’s warning echoed through my mind, but I didn’t want to. Jaxson