Rhett
Pepper’s feet twitched in her sleep, and I wondered what she dreamed about. I’d slept a few hours, and I guessed it was around noon. For the past few minutes, I’d been debating going downstairs and calling Jackson and telling him we wouldn’t be there.
A newborn wolf needed rest and food to sustain their change, and there was no way for me to tell how long she’d sleep. Pepper lay on her right side, where her mark was. I wanted to see it. Is it in a good spot? Is it nicely shaped? A nice crisp, round mark was a good omen for longevity and a happy relationship.
She stirred in her sleep, her eyes flickered under their lids. Her scent was intoxicating, and I’d be content if it was the only thing I smelled for the rest of my life. Our scents mixed, letting others know we were mates. Cri
