Dirge POV

The patter of rain on the roof awoke him, and he reached for the blanket, only to have it yanked away from him.

The smell of a shifter laced with an elf filled his nose. It was Thessalia’s unmistakable blend. He stretched and brushed up against the same warm body that he’d wrestled with in the training area.

How had he ended up sleeping beside Thessalia? Had they decided to explore being fated mates? His memory was hazy.

Patch’s snore, like a whipping ...