Storm
Saturday morning, I awoke once again wrapped in Doyle’s arms. Wanting to go back to sleep, I snuggled closer to Doyle, who wrapped his arms tighter around my waist in his sleep, drawing me in closer to him. I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the secure feeling of being wrapped up in his warmth.
“Are you ready to meet the pack and be introduced to them as their Luna?” he asked, nuzzling into my neck. I jumped at the sound of his voice, not realizing he had woken up. He kissed my neck and whispered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You have nothing to worry about love, you are going to be a great Luna, and the pack will love you.”
“Just promise me that once the ceremony is underway, you will be by my side the entire time,” I whispered.
“You have my word, love, I won’t leave your
