Warren
The wolf shifts mid air and I catch her into my arms, immediately recognizing the overwhelming smell of pine cones and honey. I hug her tight enough to crush her and she hugs me back just as hard. There is no way I will ever let her go.
“Mine.” Nicole lets out with a relieving sigh.
“Mine.” I repeat the word that affirms our wolves’ recognition, tears pricking at my eyes. “Mine. Oh, thank goddess, she is mine.”
Nicole separates partially and I put my hand on the back of her head, bringing her into a firm kiss. As I do, I taste the saltiness of tears that stream down her face. We simultaneously deepen the kiss with our tongues moving as one. My senses feel like they are heightened by 100, and being with her is like sensory overload in all the best ways. After a long while, I
