The sensation of fingers drawing soft circles on my skin wakes me from my deep sleep.
"Good morning, darling." He whispers, his hand moving from drawing circles on my skin to running through my hair.
"Good morning, handsome." I reply with a yawn, opening my eyes to find my mate staring back at me. The early morning breeze brings the scent of wildflowers to me, reminding me that we spent the last week hidden away from my wolves and Hidden Claws, lost in the pleasure the heat brought. My body is sore, my neck slightly throbbing from being teased and bitten where my mark is, as Ariven and I claimed each other day after day. The hunger the heat brought felt stronger than ones experienced in the past, and the only theory I have is because my mate is beside me this time, able
