The first thing that wakes me up isn't the sound of movement, the sunlight streaming in, or anyone shaking me awake, but the pain in my nose.
Completely flooded by the overwhelming feelings of determination, completion, pride, and adornment last night, we had simply decided to push the realization of my bloody and broken nose out of the way, only to later reset it after midnight. Sure, I knew it was broken, and as a werewolf these things heal faster, but the pain still lives on as I lay here now.
With the cold air of the room nipping at my bare front and my head spinning with the memories of last night, I let out a deep sigh. No regrets. None. Nada. Unless you count the sleep deprivation that I have now. If I ever even thought I'd be sleeping beside and even with a male nine years my sen
