Graeme wove his fingers through August's hair, cradling her head in his hands as he kissed her—his female, his mate, the mother of his unborn child, the Luna of his pack. And the whole pack felt the depth of their connection.
At that moment, it didn't matter that their Luna was human or alyko or whatever she technically was that wasn't lycan, because they felt the union between her and their Alpha in the centermost part of their being. It blazed through them all with a uniting flame that burned away any doubt. How could they doubt what they felt so assuredly in the very center of themselves?
