In the middle of the night, Dawn carried his mate's bridal style up to the attic.
She might think there were issues between them, or not be as comfortable with their relationship yet. But the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and fell back asleep against his shoulder spoke differently. She trusted him. That would go a long way in handling whatever issues arose. A while back, his mother had turned the pack house attic into a child's wonderland. It wasn't really a traditional attic by any means.
The wide, expansive room with angled walls took up half of the highest level of the house and was accessible by the staircase.
His mother had carpeted the entire room. She had a few bunk beds up there, as well as general toys, a couch and television, and various other supplies f
