Zane’s POV
“Where are you going?” I asked with a frown early the next morning. The sun had barely been up when I had woken up to the smell of something extremely delicious. Arella was in the kitchen and she’d made some kind of omelet. And while it seemed simple enough, it tasted divine!
Seriously!
If my tastebuds could, they’d build her a shrine and worship her like a goddess!
And what was even more surprising was that I’d actually slept! All night. And felt refreshed this morning. I mean the sofa wasn’t made for someone my size and I had kinks and clicks in places I didn’t even know I had places, but other than that…
I’d slept!
No nightmare.
No waking up in the middle of the night, fighting my wolf for control.
No screaming at memories that haunted me…
I’d just rested!
I realize
