"When a panther allows himself to be marked, it is choice, and choice is the sharpest bond of all."
Sleep blessed sleep. That was all I wanted, and of course, after being cornered, teased, kissed within an inch of my sanity, and thoroughly manhandled by two overly enthusiastic wolves who thought "personal space" was some foreign concept, I deserved to sink into oblivion for at least a few hours.
The mattress in the Thorne Military Quarters was surprisingly comfortable, firm, solid, and big enough to fit an entire battalion of restless shifters. And for the first time in days, my body was not braced for another ambush. My eyes drifted closed, my breath evened, and I surrendered to the dark.
Unfortunately, peace does not last long when you have a panther living in your head.
"Still pretending you don't like them?"
I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow. Not now.
