Six
When I wake up, there's nothing but white outside the window. Ice flowers are covering the glass and behind them, snow is falling in thick, large flakes. It seems that winter has finally arrived.
It's bright outside though, which means I've slept for a long time. The guys are still lying in bed as well, at least one of them snoring loudly.
This has to be the first night that Ruby has slept without crying, without random shifting, without demanding to be fed at three in the morning. A miracle.
Trying not to wake my men, I climb out of the bed and walk to the cot. A little bear cub is lying inside, rolled up into a ball, sleeping. She's never shifted without letting us know. She usually cries before the shift takes effect, or she begins to do cute little baby growls when she's a cub.
