I think that’s when it started.
Me falling in love with him. Or rather, the mate bond, the thing inside me the threads that tie me and Dayne together start to strengthen.
Or maybe it was at the lake when he held me after I nearly turned and attacked Savannah. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was then.
It’s not the first time I’ve thought it in the days following my birthday when Dayne gave me everything I’ve ever wanted. More, actually. What I needed.
There were things he did for me I didn’t even know I wanted, like after we got back to the house, we went up to bed and stayed there for most of the day, only emerging for food.
And after, in the evening, he told me to pick out a movie, and all of the pack piled into the den and we watched it together with popcorn and chocolates.
It was pe
