SAVANNAH
I woke sandwiched between two furnaces, limbs tangled in sheets too expensive to exist in my reality. The dim light revealed a vaulted ceiling with exposed beams, massive windows framing pine trees and mountain peaks. The Bloodmoon packhouse master bedroom.
Déjà vu twisted my gut as I registered the warm bodies pressing against me: Caleb and Kalel Bloodmoon, twin Alphas and two-thirds of my mate situation. Hell of a way to start the morning after the most insane birthday in history.
Cedar and pine overwhelmed my senses. Caleb's arm weighed heavy across my waist, face buried against my neck. Kalel had draped his leg over mine, breath warm against my hair. Both unconscious, both impossibly beautiful in that irritating way alpha werewolves were. Gods carved from marble, kissed wi
