THE cold breeze woke up Monette. Yet, she could feel the warmth coming from her side.
A smile painted her lips when she saw the pretty face of her mate.
Jane is plastered on her side. Half of her face was hidden since it was pressed on her shoulder. Monette can feel her breath on her skin.
She moved Jane’s hair. Right before her eyes was the bare shoulder of her mate. The pale, smooth skin was soft to touch.
That she knew. Her lips made a path in those skin.
Suki howled in her head.
Dried blood can be seen on the healing bite mark at the junction of her mate’s shoulder.
When she roused from her sleep last night, she found Jane sleeping beside her. Her face was peaceful and calm. Her mouth was a little ajar. A soft snore exited her mouth.
It must have been the pull of the moon as
