"You are fragile now," Torian rumbled, his voice a deep, vibrating tremor against her spine. "I don't think you should stress yourself too much."
His massive arms remained locked around her waist. The White Tiger wasn't trying to be controlling; his feral instincts were simply in absolute overdrive. The sudden realization that she was carrying his cub, combined with the lingering scent of the sea clinging to her skin, made his beast violently opposed to letting her out of his sight.
Roxy's heart warmed at the sheer, desperate protective streak in his blue eyes. The anger she had felt on the cliffside toward Caspian felt a million miles away, replaced by the grounding reality of her pack.
She reached down, gently prying his thick fingers apart just enough to turn around and face him.
