The next morning, my wolf wakes me up early, knowing that I need it. I mean, she doesn’t frequently function as my internal alarm clock – we both like our sleep way too much for that – but today she gives me a sleepy little nudge with her nose before climbing to her feet and giving her fur a rough shake.
I stifle a groan and take a deep breath, letting my eyes stay shut, wanting desperately to just… lean back in the warmth of Jackson’s body and sleep for just five more minutes…
But my wolf is more disciplined than me, and she gives me another nudge with her nose, and I sigh quietly, forcing my eyes open.
Then, moving as slowly as I can, I lift my head from Jackson’s chest and peer up at him. But he’s still breathing deeply, his eyes shut. Carefully, I lift my body just a centimeter and
