Carrie’s Point of View
Another busy day in the pack had passed, buried in paperwork relating to our hearing at the Alpha Assembly.
Madoka was utterly sick of dealing with it, and while I seemed to have a bit more patience, I wasn't far behind him. The whole thing was just nitpicking, when I had actual important work I could have been doing instead.
Still, the consolation of my long day was the hour when I finally went back to bed with Madoka. As always, he pleased me like I had never even imagined was possible, and afterwards pulled me close to him. My heart ached sweetly, and made me want to profess dangerous sentiments that I didn't know how I could already feel. I'd barely known him more than a month, and already I felt like I couldn't manage without him. I knew that it was the bond,
