66. Raven
Warmth still clung to my skin like a lingering kiss from the past night, and I didn’t want to wake from it, not now, not ever. It was too comfortable.
Wrapped in the pink duvet, I curled tighter into the softness of the bed, burying my face into the pillow that still smelled like him, like Norman. A soft, sleepy smile tugged at my lips. I hadn't felt this calm, this full, since I arrived in this pack. Since he came to me.
This was the first time and I was happy.
The memory of my old mate drifted in like a bad smell, Alex and his cruel betrayal, leaving me for someone else… my step sister.
Once, that thought would have broken me. But now, it only made me chuckle softly. If he hadn’t walked away, I would never have met Norman. I would never have felt the fire he ignited in my
