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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