{Allie’s P.O.V.}
After Dorian and I went to go see Lavender for an hour or so, we came back home and called it a night. There were still pack members partying, which was perfectly fine with us because that’s how it was every year. Even though Dorian said cleaning could wait, most of the pack members that stayed up all night were still courteous enough to take the trash out, make the backyard presentable, and tidy up the packhouse before they called it quits. We never had to worry that the house would be a pigsty.
Dorian and I were lying in bed just snuggling in each other’s arms after an hour of passionate lovemaking,
“Are you okay, baby?” he asked me.
“I’m fine, why?”
“You seem quieter than normal,”
“I’m just enjoying this moment of peace being in your arms,”
“Can I ask you a quest
