KATHERINE'S POV
I had made some plans for Christmas Eve’s night.
More specifically, my plan was to leave the bathroom dressed only in the magnificent lingerie set I had bought especially for the occasion and finally get to the point where all those "cuddling" sessions that Murtagh and I had had pointed at.
If only, I grumbled to myself, speeding up on my paws to reach the Blood Moon’s pack house.
Of course Murtagh had to hallucinate and ask me, with the kindness that had characterized our first hours as mates, if by chance I had seen his dead previous girlfriend.
Although I knew that, now, I was the only woman in his mind and that the situation weighed heavily on him, I couldn't stop myself from being irritated. Werewolves were quite territorial creatures, especially with thei
