(Willa)
We rode back to Crescent Moon in another one of those ridiculous limos. I laid my head on his chest with his arm wrapped around me in comfortable silence. That weekend was a lot, and I don’t know if I needed to process it all or just not think at all. Either way, the drive back helped me decompress.
Caspien ran his finger over my knuckles before stopping to trace the outline of my ring. "I like this here," he whispered, "Now all the humans know that you're mine, as well."
"How antiquated," I whispered back.
"I like to call it primal." He growled for emphasis.
I settled into him, letting his scent wash over me as we pulled up to the packhouse.
“Let’s go get our boy.” Caspien brushed his lips over my forehead before helping me out of the car.
It felt so nice being back, p
