“I feel different,” I muttered into Grey’s chest.
We were still in our honeymoon phase and I was loving it. I was also being loved. It wasn’t as if I couldn’t feel him start to withdraw, staring out of the window in the middle of a conversation. It wasn’t as if I didn’t know that he had a job to get to and since we were mated now, joined, I could feel his emotions stronger than before. There was something calling him, pulling him. I could tell because it felt like it was pulling me too.
That was one of the reasons I felt different. My wolf had gone back to sleep and it was very unusual for me to be awake and for Hera to be asleep. It was usually the other way round when she kept watch at night and I slept off. I would wake up the next morning with a part of me completely tired then, bu
