A mind-link kept nudging Greyson awake from an awkward sleep. His back was on fire from stiffness, and his neck was at a weird angle on the bed. He woke up and stretched his back, then rolled his neck. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but sometime while watching his mate sleep, he must have dosed off.
His mate... He opened his eyes to see a small, petite hand tucked into his large, muscular palm. He smiled; somehow during the night, she must have instinctively reached for him. Thorne purred at the sight. His wolf had never been so calm in all the years they had been together.
The mind-link pushed even harder against his mind. He groaned; he knew who it was before the voice even started.
‘Hell better have frozen over, Piper. I was sleeping...’ he said when he finally opened the mind
