The drive to the pack in need of aid is as smooth as can be, the only delay being at our third hotel when the searing pain of my so-called mate f*****g some she-wolf caused me to be immobile for a day. My body felt like knives leaving tiny slivers on my skin as the torture of this feeling had Ariven drugging me and making me sleep for a day and night, only to be awoken by the sound of wolves chattering and moving around.
"Where are we?" I mumble drowsily, burying my face in the pillow below me as Ariven's scent wraps around me. A deep chuckle shakes the pillow I am snuggling into, and I quickly realize that it's actually Ariven's body.
"Am I comfortable, darling?" Ariven asks, his hand running gently through my hair.
"Yes," I answer, hiding my hot face from his view. Another dee
