With firm hands, Zenna pushed Radulf back with an unsteady breath. "If we leave tomorrow, have you made all the preparations?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Radulf exhaled sharply with impatience. "Is this really the time to discuss that?"
"No, but I need to know," she insisted. "We'll be away from the pack for days..." Her words trailed off as worry flickered in her eyes.
Radulf softened, his fingers sliding to the nape of her neck. "Everything is taken care of," he assured her. Then, with a slow pull, he brought her closer, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of her throat before trailing up to her chin, stealing the rest of her thoughts.
"I forgot that the door—Mmm." Her words were cut off as Radulf captured her lips in a deep, demanding kiss. The thought slipped from her mind the moment his mouth moved against hers, stealing her breath away.
