Rune
Comfort and warmth fill my chest.
Something tugs at the edge of my mind. Something I should remember.
But I’m too comfortable.
I inhale, long and slow.
There are so many scents.
My eyes stay closed, but I turn my head toward the vibration. Toward my mate.
Nose against him, I inhale again.
Storm clouds surround me.
He rumbles something. But I’m not ready to get up.
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