Mish's POV
I wake to the scent of oak, my eyes squeezing tighter as I hold onto the dream.
But... but then my skin begins to tingle. The feeling intensifying with each passing moment, like little electric zaps upon my skin, except instead of slight pain there is... there is a slight pleasure, my body calling me to move closer.
I move closer, my hands moving to explore the new sensation as I pull my eyes open.
Wes.
"Mate" Prika corrects in a low growl, a growl of possession and.... and need.
"Mate" I repeat, somehow dumbstruck by the revelation.
We knew. Of course, we knew, but as Prika begins to pace, as the word vibrates through my mind it finally clicks.
"Mate" I repeat, silent tears beginning to flow down my cheeks as I stare at the sleeping wolf below me.
I'm frozen, frozen i
