I woke up to the soft morning light peeking through the curtains.
I stretched, feeling the warmth of the bed and the gentle rise and fall of Arin's chest beside me.
He was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful.
My wolf stirred, “Mine,” she purred, her tone content and possessive.
“Good morning to you too,” I replied, sarcastic.
My wolf rolled her eyes at me. She is already protective of Arin and I trust her instincts.
As I watched him sleep like a creep, my wolf's thoughts turned to the previous day events, making me blush “He's ours,” she growled softly, her voice filled with satisfaction.
“I know,” I replied, trying to calm her possessiveness. We are his too.
My wolf's response was a gentle hum, a soothing vibration that resonated deep within me. She was happy, the l
