Given the situation with Emily; Xavier, Wade and I were also taking turns patrolling. We were all a bit on edge, hoping the threat would abate soon. After a grueling few hours in the cold checking the pack borders, I walked into our room and burst out laughing. Adde was buried under a mound of blankets on the bed curled up into a little ball. I could barely see her dark hair poking out.
I must have woken her with my laughter because she stirred some, and called my name in a sleepy voice, “Carson?”
“Yep. Are you cold?”
“Yes! It’s freezing in this pack house all the time. And I’m always cold. Get in this bed and warm me up.” Goddess it was cute when she was so demanding. Werewolves always ran hot, so things were generally cool and drafty in the pack house because we were more comfortable
