“Ally, baby, wake up,” Noah cooed. I must be dreaming. That can't be my mate.
“Ally, honey, we have some half-baked Ben and Jerry’s just like you wanted.” Jace’s voice uttered lovingly. Their voices slowly but surely called to me.
I cracked an eye slowly open, not trusting myself, the heat must have driven me to the brink of insanity, and now I was hearing things. Last night was possibly worst thing that I had ever been through. I was exhausted and I’m pain from my heat, but what was worse was the feelings of anxiousness. I was terrified for Noah and Jace the whole time. What if I lost one of them or, worse, both.
From the blurry slither of my open eye, I can see both of my mates staring down at me from where they are seated on the end of the bed, true to their word, tubs of ice cream
