The Werewolf & the Huntress (1)

In another part of the pack house, Finn woke up, eyes alight with joy, his body buzzing from the feel of his mate he was spooning in bed. Sariah's body was naked against his, her skin covered in love bites, but one mark, in particular, made the Delta's grin broaden. 

Leaning closer to the area, Finn kissed the mate mark softly. He and his wolf were elated to have finally mated and marked their mate. It had been excruciatingly long but completely worth it. 

His mate was a hunter but with one of the kindest souls he'd ever met. Sariah was a badass driver, a fighter, and a great shot. Everything that is needed for a job, like being a hunter. But her heart was never into killing creatures she'd only ever been taught one side of the story of. That was how Finn knew she was smart and a keeper.

Well, of course, a keeper. Sariah was his mate!