Light seeped into the room slow and soft, like the sun was unsure if today deserved brightness. It filtered across the wooden floorboards, warmed the blankets tangled around my legs, and finally reached my face. I blinked awake with a groan, limbs heavy, body sore in places I did not remember having.
The scent hit me before I registered where I was.
Pine. Leather. Wolf.
Ronan.
My eyes snapped open.
I was in his bed.
Not curled against him. Not wrapped in some scandalous afterglow. I was simply lying there, blankets tucked snug around me, boots placed neatly by the door like someone had removed them when I was unconscious.
Panic flickered for half a second. My wolf stirred, not in alarm, but in recognition. Her presence warmed, stretching lazily like she found this entire situation a
