Chapter 11Sandy was floating on clouds. This was right, this was where he was supposed to be. He wished he’d been alive, of course. It was frustrating as hell not being able to touch Thaddeus unless he first charged him with energy, and walking through doors instead of opening them—he shuddered. And right now, he wished he could lie down next to Thaddeus on the bed and sleep. But he hadn’t slept since Thaddeus had brought him back in that circle, and he wasn’t tired. Exhausted from all the impressions, but not tired in a way where sleep could prevail.
Perhaps it was for the best that he wasn’t alive anymore. Thaddeus was his mate, would always be his mate, and had always been his mate. But if he had found him while alive, he wasn’t sure he’d have allowed himself to be with him. Werewolves
