I woke up that morning in a nest of pure black fur.
Ever since the Luna Challenge, my mouse has slept with our mates in shifted form. Last night, I guess she wanted to sleep on top of Dominik, the scent of trees and the forest lulling us to sleep.
My mouse's paws flexed in his thick fur, going as far as to dig into his soft undercoat and pulling up tufts of fur.
'Comfortable?' murmured a deep voice in my mind. I knew that Dominik's wolf was talking to me, but it was still a bit weird for me to hear another voice inside of my head besides my mouse's.
My mouse happily nodded her head like a chicken before getting up, spinning around in a circle a few times, and then lying back down where his hind leg met his stomach. He, too, was curled up in a ball; Lucien was up near his head while Damien's breath was rustling my own fur.
Hell, there was even a black crow sleeping between Dominik and Damien.