Diana woke up fresh for the first in what it felt like a long time. Her wolf, Teshin, purred languidly at the back of her mind. Rolling her eyes, she was smacked by the gorgeous sight beside her – her sleeping mate in his naked glory.
Tiptoeing, Diana wore his discarded shirt before she went to the bathroom to wash herself up.
When faced with the mirror, Diana could no longer deny herself – she was contented.
Shaking her head, she knew there was no more point running away. What she feared the most was accepted by Dylan. Despite the fact that he once hunted witches, he would protect her – and now, she did not doubt it. She felt it through their bond.
She was his as he was hers. Two entities bound together by a bond to death.
This time, Diana wanted to believe in the mate bond one more time. Dylan proved it to her time and time again that not all mates were like Axel Crescent.