Mason
I ran a hand thru my hair, messing it up. I must focus on the job ahead and keep under lock my thoughts about my Little Luna.
Work, work, work.
I must work and fill my head with more work! But my wolf complained like a pup. Jax is not himself today, his mood swings are killing me.
I passed the pages of the recruit's files on my desk… name, last name, skill, rank, potential…
Potential…
I sighed, looking at the photo on my desk. Amelie… My Luna, my future. It was our picture from a day at the beach with our pup.
I chuckled, remembering how we played on the beach of Saint Isabella and my thoughts drifted away to Amelie's laugh and her full lips on mine.
Then I remembered the way my mate ran, moved, and even breathed when she is sleeping. Jax placed in my head how her chest rose
