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Aspen’s POV Streaks of pink and orange lit the sky when I opened my eyes the next morning. The cabin was lit only by the tiniest sliver of sun over the horizon and the low fire in the fireplace. My cheek was stuck to something warm and sticky. I blinked across the expanse of Helio’s bare chest and smiled. It was his shoulder. I was stuck to Helio. I supposed it was a good metaphor for my life. I was mated, wedded, and bedded. To and by Helio. Now, we were stuck together forever. I liked the feeling. Raising a hand, I pushed back a lock of dark hair that had fallen over his forehead. An imp in me had me conjure little snowflakes to fall on his face. He twitched and swatted at the snowflakes. I giggled. I had my power. I’d found my wolf. I was married to the man I loved. Everything was