{ "There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest shifter go mad."}
Without another word to me, Flora turned and strode toward the camp. Her movements were clipped, all business, like nothing about what I'd just confessed rattled her. But I could see it in the way her shoulders rolled back, the tension in her stance like a storm gathering behind her ribs. I trailed after her, slower, half in a daze, half trying to pull my beast back by the scruff of its neck. It wasn't listening anymore. Not after what she said. Not after that look in her eyes. She reached the circle of generals and commanders standing around the fire. They straightened when she approached.
"We're heading up Sagstone Mountain for the night," Flora announced, her voice all steel and certainty. "We need rest and space to strategize. You'll keep the perimeter tight. If anything moves anything at all, you send a flare and come get us. Understood?"
