Anna bolted upright in the bed. Her breathing was as fast as the galloping heart in her chest. She looked around and saw she was still in the motel, and Jewel was fast asleep beside her.
“Just a dream,” she whispered. But it had felt so very real. She could remember the warmth of his breath on her face, the strength of his hand as he held hers, the heat his touch caused as he traced the spot on her neck where he’d said he would place his mark—his bite. It was crazy a dream could feel so real.
“You okay?”
Anna looked over at Jewel who was frowning at her from underneath a blanket. “What if I told you I dreamed about Gustavo, the werewolf who is to be my mate, and it felt as real as this conversation we are having?”
Jewel shrugged. “I’d say I believe you. I’m pretty much going by the a
