Ruby's POV
"Your wolves need you more than I do. I think you should go attend to them," Ruby said to Carrick, still covered by his sheets on his bed.
It was early in the morning, and Ruby needed some time alone. The transition happening in her life required her to sit back and analyse a lot- what decisions she would have to make, what she needed to face and conquer, and what she needed to let go of.
For a moment, she was glad Carrick had finally marked her. Tyrus would no longer be able to disturb her or make advances. The mate bond had been severed permanently. The feral rogues wouldn't be coming after her anymore either.
"I'll be here with you until you can process your thoughts and tell me how you feel, my little dancer," Carrick said, his hands warmly caressing her skin as he kisse
