Atlas POV
Atlas had been awake for hours, just thinking. Miranda stirred in his arms every now and then—her gentle snores brought a smile to his face. She was so beautiful—and finally his.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the mess they’d made. Miranda’s clothes were strewn around all over, the bags she’d packed lay discarded on the floor, their contents spilling out.
Through the open window, he could hear the birds starting to chirp as the sun cast golden hues of light. He inhaled the cold crisp Scottish air. His favorite season was almost upon them. Winter.
Winters made him think of his pack and of his family.
His family… what would they think of his choice of a mate? Would they accept Miranda even though she was a wolf? He’d always enjoyed being with other bears—being around h
