The feral red was gone.
TWELVE
Dirge
I
was hesitant to sleep again after my mate’s wound was stitched back up. Adrenaline ran through my veins at top speed, whispering that danger was near, even as the long hours of the night stretched on. Her pack mates—her family, I corrected myself with a glance at the blonde and brunette heads tilted together in sleep in their chairs—stayed with us, meaning I had not just my precious mate to protect, but them as well.
What was precious to her was precious to me. And after seeing them interact today, I had no doubt that they were precious to Shay. So I kept watch, doing the only mate thing that was left to me in wolf form: protecting her.
Brielle groaned softly in her sleep, clutching her stomach and curling tighter into Leigh’s side. That concern
