I woke up three days later.
Not in White Moon. In Blackstone.
In Cade's bed. In Cade's huge black stone bedroom that I had hated in my first life because it was so cold.
It wasn't cold now. The fireplace was roaring. The furs were warm. And the huge Alpha who had let me die once was asleep sitting up in a chair next to the bed, holding my hand, his head fallen back, snoring softly, his neck still marked with my bite.
My shoulder didn't hurt anymore. There was only a thin silver scar where the Rogue King clawed me. White Wolf healing.
We slept for three days, Luna yawned inside me, happy and full. Mate didn't leave. He didn't eat. He killed anyone who tried to come in. Father came. Rhys came. Mate growled at them both. He said 'my Alpha is healing.'
I smiled and squeezed Cade's hand.
