REINER
Life had never been better.
Then again, I'd never been in bed with my fated mate, under exceptionally warm blankets (Becky had insisted to shove them in the dryer for half an hour), with a crackling fireplace and a nice tv show. It might have been summer, but our pack was nestled in the mountains - and it got pretty cold at night.
Becky was half-asleep, cuddled into my side, her head resting on my chest: I'd been surprised when she’d initiated that cuddle, because she, like me, had never been particularly prone to hugs and physical displays of affection. Yet, ever since the previous night, we’d both been basically all over each other all the time: the perks of a mating bond.
That day had been just great: I’d gotten to wake up next to her, she’d moved in with me, had a nice din
