Ava, a point of view
I woke up to find Ace still peacefully asleep.
"Mark him. Wake him up and mark and mate him," Sage, my wolf, whispered from the depths of my mind.
As tempting as Ace's neck was, now wasn't the time. I didn't appreciate Sage's persistent urging.
"Sage, please, Ace needs rest," I replied, rolling my eyes at the single-mindedness of my wolf.
Sage was always impatient, and I knew Ace had been through a lot.
While Ace slept, I gently ran my fingers through his stunning black hair. Last night, his frequent episodes of zoning out had frightened me.
Suddenly, Ace’s brown eyes fluttered open, and I couldn't help but find his sleepy face adorable. I felt a twinge of guilt, wondering if I had woken him up by not being able to resist touching him.
"Hey there, my beauti
