Page 67 of Full Moon
We watch as she climbs up the bed and slips under the blankets with me. She scoots back until she hits my chest, then pulls my arm over her.
She trusts us,my dragon practically sighs in my head.
She loves us,I reply just as softly.
"I love all of you. Now, can we go to sleep? We have a castle to storm tomorrow and several high-ranking wolves to dominate or win to our side." She yawns as she speaks, pulling her hands up close to her face. She sleeps almost like a little kitten, a deep, happy rumble resonating in her chest when sleep finally takes her.
It's how I know when she is truly asleep.
I glance around the room once more, ensuring everything is in its place and everyone is safe.
Six assassins lie dead downstairs. The Alpha sent them to murder us in our beds.
Tomorrow, we walk into his castle.
Tomorrow, we face whatever army he has left.
Tomorrow, my mate either claims her throne or dies trying.
But for now, her warmth is all I need.
I curl myself tightly around her and let the comfort of her presence pull me toward sleep. The anticipation of tomorrow's battle lingers in my mind, but in this moment, with her heartbeat steady against my chest, I find something I haven't felt in centuries.
Hope.
