Storm
Saturday morning arrived far too quickly.
I woke slowly, wrapped in the warmth of Doyle’s arms.
For a few blissful seconds, I forgot everything.
The ceremony.
The pack.
The hundreds of strangers I would soon have to face.
All of it disappeared beneath the simple comfort of lying beside my mate.
I kept my eyes closed and snuggled closer, hoping I could steal a few more minutes of sleep.
Doyle’s arms tightened instinctively around my waist, pulling me against his chest as though even in his sleep, his wolf refused to let me go.
A small smile tugged at my lips.
Maybe I could stay here forever.
Then I felt his breath against my neck.
“Are you ready to meet the pack and be introduced as their Luna?”
My eyes flew open.
I jumped at the sound of his voice, having no idea he’d
