Emma woke up with a smile. Mason had once again managed to outdo himself. Her memories of the previous night came back with aches and pain of too much loving. She could hear him in her kitchen. Excitement rushed through her and she stood to go to the bathroom.
She glanced at herself in the mirror looking for something, anything different. Nothing. She frowned at her reflection. How long would it take for her to know if she was going to change or not? He’d bitten her twice and from what she knew that was once more than most people did to mate.
Nothing felt different. She didn’t look like her friends with that golden rim around her eyes. What if it didn’t take? What if she was going to be the only one who stayed human? f*****g hell!
She sighed and took a shower, worrying about whether she
