~Johnathon’s POV~
The lights were dimly lit when I finally arrived back to the packhouse. My wolf eyes adjusted to the lack of light immediately creating a yellow tint to everything around me. Listening intently I could hear the boys sleeping soundly in their room.
The faint sound of breathing cascading through the already still night coming from the direction of their room. A small smile moving across my lips at the thought of their innocence.
‘Do you smell that?’ Bane purred.
‘It smells like sweet flowers and ginger. Mixed with strawberries?’ did our mate change scents?
‘Its mate! She’s here…’ Bane howled, coming to the surface making my eyes darken in the process.
With wolf speed I reached my room. The one Timber and I shared. Knowing she was home safe and sound, my heart pound
