When Lucas awoke, he was warm and comfortable and strangely contented. His eyes fluttered open and he found himself pressed against a broad chest; strong, familiar arms encircling him.
He buried deeper into Michael’s chest, ignoring the sounds of the hospital machinery beeping around them.
Michael tightened his hold a fraction and Lucas made a soft sound of approval as he slid his own arms around the werewolf.
How could he have ever thought that this wolf was anything other than kind and protective and the perfect boyfriend for his brother?
Michael nuzzled into his hair with a quiet whine and Lucas wriggled closer until they were pressed flush with one another.
“Thank you,” Lucas whispered into Michael’s chest.
Michael rubbed his back soothingly. “How are you feeling?” he whispered,
