Rosalie
Jack came to bed around 3am. He isn't the quietest person to climb into bed, which is weird because Werewolves are supposed to be stealthy. I don't know if he meant to wake me up, or he is just so large in stature it makes the mattress move involuntarily. I was so exhausted, I just cuddled up next to him.
"Jack," I whined. "You woke me up."
Jack chucked so hard I felt it vibrate into his chest. "Come here, Kitten." He pulled me up on his chest and tucked my head near his neck. I nuzzled him like he does to me, and he let out a purr.
"I didn't know that Wolves could purr; you sound like a big kitty." Jack scoffed.
"I do NOT sound like a cat; I'm a ferocious beast that has a soft spot for my sweet mate," he complained. I cuddled deeper into him, and as I was about to fall asle
