Eira's POV
By dawn, I stirred in my sleep. I felt something so warm and fluffy surrounding me, so comforting that I felt like clinging to it. My hand moved on its own, only to brush against a thick layer of fur beneath it.
What is it? It wasn't my blanket for sure. But something alive and breathing.
"Good morning, mate," I heard a familiar voice.
I finally opened my eyes, only to find a wolf's face close to mine. Gunmetal grey. It was undoubtedly Roman. My wolf recognised him before my mind could.
His massive wolf form had enveloped me entirely to shield me from the cold, his huge thick tail wrapped over me along with his paws.
"Done with sleep?" I heard him again.
I was confused. He talked?
As if he knew what I was thinking, he said, "We are mates now, so we can talk through the mind link."
I understood now.
My hand reached out to touch his face, too huge in front of my small hand. "You are beautiful."
