I DIDN’T ACTUALLY PASS out, though—a good thing too or I would have had to turn in my tough-girl card due to excessive swooning. Still, I let the one-bodies take over the last of the cleanup operation, I let Hunter spirit us all away to a house he’d somehow managed to rent on the outskirts of town, and I let my mate tuck me into the softest bed imaginable without worrying about anyone other than myself.
I woke once in the night, burns, bite, and bruised jaw screaming for relief. But my wolf snagged my skin, tucking the sensations away deep within her consciousness where I didn’t have to feel so much as a twinge of pain. In fur form, we rolled over and fell back asleep.
When I drifted out of dreamland for a second time, the air was redolent with my mate’s scent and Hunter’s broad palm str
