Declan
He stood waiting for Misha to step out of their bedroom. This would be the last time she’d do that without his Mark, and filigree adorning her neck. The full moon was going to set in just one hours’ time, he and Wild’s patience was being tested right this very minute. He had steadfastly not looked at that dress hanging inside his walk-in.
No, not his, their walk-in. All her things had been moved in there the very day she’d woken up inside that suite, she’d organized it herself, and he’d just smiled when it had happened. Nothing could make him happier than Mish living with him, and he’d not been made to keep his hands to himself.
Laud hadn’t made Wild keep his paws to himself either, and they’d not, but his own beast had surprised him with just how gentle he could be with Laud in
