Derry’s POV.
I open my eyes lazily as my consciousness comes back into focus. Taking in my surroundings, I realise we are in the cave, and I’m naked, using Hawk’s chest as a pillow. Thank the moon that the pack is no longer in here. I dread to think what our wolves got up to after they claimed each other. I rise onto my elbow and look down at Hawk. He is sleeping with a smile on his face. My eyes catch the purplish-red bite mark on his neck and a thrill shoots through me. That’s my mark. He’s mine and now everyone will know it. I reach up to touch the mark I know is on my neck and I shiver as my fingers graze over the raised mark there. Why does that feel so good?
“Just when I thought you couldn’t look any more stunning,” Hawk purrs, startling me. I look at him and see his eyes fixed on
