Desmond woke up to his room ceiling staring back at him.
He didn't know how he got here because the last thing he remembered was fighting that witch.
And feeling nothing but pain.
And then darkness followed.
He tried to get up but felt something pressed down on his legs, which were covered by the sheets.
He whipped his gaze to see a beautiful silver-white wolf sleeping peacefully at his feet.
He knew he was supposed to be alarmed, but he couldn't help but feel the opposite.
He inhaled her scent deeply.
It was all over him.
Peace and serenity fell over him like a warm blanket as he stared at her.
At his mate.
She is so beautiful.
Des, his wolf commented, and he couldn't agree more.
Her eyes suddenly snapped open, and the gold irises, a strong contrast to her silver fur, blinked
