Wes's POV
Forty-eight hours
That's how long I have left with Mish and I can feel my heart splitting in two at just the thought.
Black moon.... black moon was hard enough without being separated from her... how am I meant to survive it when being apart from her will be an agony in itself?
I pull Mish tighter towards my chest as I ignore and then silence the alarm beside us.
No training for me this morning, not a minute of the next two days will be wasted on such things.
"Mmmmm, what time is it?" Mish mumbles against my chest.
"Six" I reply, kissing her forehead as my fingers begin to tangle in her hair.
Mish's eyes squint open as she asks, "Don't you need to go?".
"Not today" I reply, shaking my head softly before falling back on the pillow.
"Wes" Mish groans, coming up to look at
