Quinn
Waking entangled with Irina was the absolute best way to start the day. The dawn light played across her pale skin and threw the scars that crisscrossed her strong body into stark relief, but they only added to its beauty in my eyes. I drank in the sight of her like a starved man. She had let me in further than she ever had last night when we shared the meanings behind our tattoos and some of her scars, not to mention some mind-blowing s*x.
She shared the burden of guilt she carried over the innocents she couldn’t save. The evil that she’s spent years purging from the earth at the behest of the Hunter Council. Best of all, I met all her ‘beasts’ as she called them. I can only imagine how exhausting having three strong voices instead of one must be.
My wolf was overjoyed to have
