Madison couldn't stop touching the mark on her neck. Mated. She laid in the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she ran her fingers over the bite mark, exploring each indention of Logan's teeth in her flesh, relishing the meaning of the mark. Her family would think her crazy. After all, she had only known him for a week. Of course, it had been a tumultuous week filled with rogues chasing her, people being killed, and a semi-successful mission at The Wolf Inn. Her mom would scold her, reminding her that emotions forged in the heat of a tragedy could be false. Madison grinned. Her mom would be wrong. Biting her bottom lip, Madison knew that, after last night, nothing about Logan and her could be false.
She heard the clanking of pots and pans coming from the kitchen as Dax pushed open the bedr
