I’m warm. Hot, even.
My eyelids are heavy and when I open them, pink sunlight floods my vision.
Strange dreams of large Wolves and moonlit woods ebb away, leaving me confused. I’m not in my bed. Grass tickles my cheek, and the air is crisp. My nightdress is damp with dew, and a chorus of birds and wind and rippling water resounds around me.
There’s another sound, too; low, steady breathing.
Something heavy presses down on my waist.
My eyes widen as it all comes back to me.
The alpha, the siege, and being taken from my homeland.
What’s more, Callum has me tucked against his chest. He must have pulled me to him while he slept. I must have let him. Goddess!
I try to shuffle away, but a soft snarl vibrates in his throat. My pulse quickens as I push at his heavy forearm. This time, his
