Krysta's POV
The morning light filters through our bedroom window as Nathan pulls both of us from the tangled sheets. Despite getting little rest, energy courses through my veins like liquid fire. Every nerve ending still hums from our connection, from the permanent bond now etched into our souls.
Downstairs, the training grounds erupt in celebration the moment we appear. Pack members howl and cheer, their excitement palpable in the crisp morning air.
Luna Isla approaches with radiant joy lighting her features. My tank top leaves my shoulder exposed, so I sweep my hair aside to reveal the intricate mark Nathan left on my skin.
"Breathtaking, just like the woman who bears it," she murmurs, enveloping me in her warm embrace.
When she releases me, her attention shifts to Nathan. His bare chest displays his own mark prominently as he leans closer for her inspection.
"Flawless," she declares with maternal pride.
