The days since I was marked were amazing. Maverick was sweeter and more attentive than normal. He barely left my side—and not in the clingy, “I’m afraid to have you out of my sight” way from before. No, this was more supportive, more of a desire to be close, to bond. I did feel closer to him. We were both more in-tune with the other’s emotions and needs. It was just remarkable. No wonder pack members wanted to find their fated mate. The feelings Maverick elicited were hard to characterize. It was almost as if my human mind couldn’t comprehend the depth of devotion. I laid in bed pondering this for a few minutes until my alarm went off.
Rolling over, I hit the snooze on my alarm. I was never going to be a morning person. Even though pack life offered a slower start to my days, I still didn
