Tonya
Shade was blissfully calm. He pressed his great head into my belly and ribs as if trying to climb inside my heartbeat, with a low satisfied rumble, like he was happy that I accepted him. I giggled and toppled onto the soft grass, fingers sinking into the thick ruff at his neck. He nudged me again, insistent, and I scratched behind his ears until his eyes drifted half‑closed like a sleepy lion.
I couldn’t help thinking about what occurred between us. It was so special, so sacred and intimate. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Suddenly, I had this strong urge to present myself to him. A shiver ran down my spine. Only a true Luna could think like me. And this world had no mates. So there was no true Luna. “I need to bathe,” I whispered, cheeks heating for reasons beyond my
