Z'Pov
I carried her back to the pack house, every time I was certain I wasn't going to walk into a tree I would gaze down at her, my mate, she was beautiful even when sleeping every so often her nose would inhale and scrunch up in distaste, at first I thought it was me she didn't like the smell of. Then I saw her moving further into my chest then after taking in my scent her nose relaxed.
I smiled, I loved how I could comfort her even my smell. She was my life-line as I presume I would be her's. she is the only one that matter in my life, my family which I hoped in the future we could make bigger.
