It was the middle of the day when Alyssa finally woke up. It was the morning after their mating ceremony and Alyssa couldn’t help but feel as if everything around her was glowing. She was so happy that she felt as if nothing at all could dampen her mood.
Dylan was still snoozing peacefully next to her. The sheets were bunched low around his waist and Alyssa took a minute to admire his taut muscles that had rippled and quivered beneath her touch last night. He was beautiful. Alyssa’s eyes caught the tattoo of a howling wolf settled between the V cut of his stomach below his belly button. The body of the black and grey wolf disappeared under the sheets and Alyssa knew that the rest of his tattoo extended across the front expanse of his left upper thigh, the tail of the black wolf curling a
