I open my eyes to grey sunlight seeping through the branches overhead.
I groan. My back aches, and my eyelids are heavy. There’s a dull throb in my temple and one of my arms is ice-cold. My mouth is bone-dry. The sound of water is tantalizingly close behind me, and small droplets of it splash my forehead as it rushes over the rocks.
I try to move to it, but I can’t. I’m trapped. I cannot move my legs.
I glance down, and breathe in sharply.
Callum is curled over my lap, and he is no longer in wolf form.
His head is resting on my stomach, one big arm slung protectively over my body. He’s facing away from me, his muscular shoulders rising and falling in time with his steady breathing.
And he’s completely naked.
Goddess!
I stare up at the branches and steady my breathing—fighting the f
