After last night with Jax, I felt more connected to him than ever. I felt like I was safe in our relationship, and that there was no one Jax wanted more than me. The gratefulness he showed and the sweet words he said to me last night boosted my feeling of security.
I rolled over in his steel grip, pushed him onto his back, and laid on top of him. I rested my head in the crook of his neck and kissed his mark. It was early and still dark outside, so I was still tired. After lying there for a while, I noticed that I had turned without feeling any pain in my arm. I wiggled my fingers and smiled when it didn't hurt at all. Thank god for werewolf healing.
But right now, I just wanted to cuddle with Jax while I could, before I knew we had to get up to train. Jax breathed in my scent and strok
