Clara
The walk back to the packhouse felt lighter.
The sun was beginning to dip, painting the sky in soft gold and pink, and for once… we weren’t rushing toward danger. We were just walking. Together.
Marissa stretched her arms over her head with a groan. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”
Jenn laughed. “You did get hit. Multiple times.”
“Rude.”
I smiled, nudging Marissa slightly. “You held your own.”
She smirked. “Obviously.”
There was a moment of quiet before she spoke again, her tone softer this time.
“Can I ask you guys something?”
Jenn and I both looked at her.
“What’s it like?” Marissa glanced between us. “Being mated.”
My heart fluttered slightly at the question.
Jenn smiled softly. “It’s… hard to explain.”
“Try,” Marissa said, half teasing, half serious.
I thought a
