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countered in a sleepy voice. “And
speaking of how I was raised, you might want to reconsider this,
you know. You’re going to have to speak to my uncle.”
    Dhaval would have his head if he suspected
the sorts of things Rais had been doing to Avani already. “I’ll
handle your uncle. Trust me.”
    “ I do,” she whispered, the
words gentle and accepting. The tender moment shattered a second
later when she lifted her head and glared down at him. “But if you
ever imply I’m too weak for a romp in the woods again I’ll plant my
knee between your legs and see how delicate you feel.”
    Rais laughed and tangled his hands in her
hair. “Delicate doesn’t equal weak.”
    “ I’m from a family of
warriors. I wasn’t raised to be delicate either.”
    “ Point taken, little one.”
He shifted her weight and sat up. “Now, were we rejoining the
celebration, or running back to my rooms?”
    She laughed and rose to her feet, standing
naked and unashamed in the moonlight. “Only one way to find out.”
Two steps back and magic rose around her. With the moon high
overhead the change flowed over her until the small pale wolf stood
in front of him. She lifted her head and howled, the sound full of
joyful challenge.
    Then she turned and launched herself into
the trees.
    The same joy swelled inside him, and he
followed her. He always would.

 
    Epilogue

    Avani paused in the doorway and watched Rais
pace the expensive carpet in front of the receiving room’s massive
fireplace. Old-fashioned to be sure, but in the past weeks she’d
discovered that many in the royal family embraced traditions most
of their people had long since abandoned.
    Rais looked striking in his formal robes,
rich fabric cut to show off the strength in his hard body.
Traditional or not, they were still a country at war. Strength and
virility were the virtues desired in a leader, and today Rais
embodied them both.
    He reached the edge of the room and turned
sharply, and Avani smiled as his gaze fell on her. “I escaped your
mother’s maids. You’d better not tell me they’re likely to hover
over me all the time, because I can bathe and dress on my own.”
    His gaze softened and grew warm. “You look
beautiful, as always.” He held out his hand.
    She slipped her fingers into his hand and
tried not to feel nervous. Three months of courtship might have
eased her worries about the dangers to her heart, but she had
accepted Rais as a man and a king.
    Today he would be king in fact as well as
name. And Avani would be his queen.
    She clutched at his hand and pretended she
couldn’t hear the murmur of voices from the other side of the wide
doors, where people waited for the official coronation. “I notice
you didn’t promise me freedom from meddlesome maids.”
    “ You’ll never make it into
some of your clothes unassisted,” he murmured, his eyes sparkling
with mischief. “It will cause a scandal, but I’ll dismiss them and
bathe and dress you myself if you like.”
    A memory drifted up of the previous night,
of joining Rais in his oversized tub and how quickly an innocent
bath had turned into an experiment in how many times he could make
her come. Her cheeks felt warm as she laughed. “I do enjoy sharing
your bath.”
    “ Then consider it done, my
queen.” He stopped just shy of the wide, ornate doors and rubbed
his thumb over her cheek. “Are you ready?”
    He’d wooed her over long months apart,
calling her when he could and writing notes when he couldn’t. His
actions had bemused her uncle and perplexed the rest of the court,
who couldn’t fathom the king’s heir bestirring himself to such
effort for a mate.
    But he had. And it had worked. Her heart
pounded as his soft touch stirred her body and warmed her heart.
“I’m ready for anything. I love you.”
    “ And I love you.” Rais
smiled, an intimate expression meant just for her, then laid his
hand on the door. “Let’s go meet your people, Avani. Our people.”
    There was no