DAZE

The Next Morning

I didn’t sleep.

My body tossed, my mind restless. My wolf, Wane, wouldn’t shut up, not after what happened last night.

Her face wouldn’t leave me... the softness of her chocolate eyes, the way her long raven-black hair caught the light. She looked so much like Queen Isolde and yet… different. Brighter. Warmer. Mine.

When Wane howled Mate, my whole body froze. I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t ask for it. I had already promised myself, promised ...