Izaiah POV
The morning sun prickling my skin, making a grunt leave my lips. It was the first time in a while that I slept this peacefully. Slowly I opened my eyes, not wanting this moment to pass. My eyes wandered over Elizabeth. She was still sleeping, holding my arm tightly.
“She didn’t leave us tonight,” Ahimoth said with a purr.
I knew sometimes I was blinded by my emotions, seeing how I acted when I thought I had found her other mate; how I acted when she visited him. I still didn’t know exactly how it works, but besides the mate bond, pulling them together, they also share the same abilities.
I didn’t want to leave her side, but I had a feeling I was being called, pulled. I couldn’t really describe it. I needed to go. I wiggled myself out of her tight grip, putting my pillow
