RETH
Reth woke shuddering and shaking, the mating call still fading from his chest. For a moment he was confused. He sat up, pulling the furs apart, searching for her.
But all he found was her scent.
When he'd finally woken properly, understood that it was just a dream, that his body was only responding to his mind—that even her scent in his nostrils was something remembered—he groaned and sank back down into the furs, shivering.
Was he going mad? It felt real. It seemed like she was really there. But that was impossible. He leaned into her side of the furs, her pillow. Her scent was strong there, but it hadn't faded in the days since she'd left yet.
Then he realized he was laying the dark smelling his mate's pillow and he fisted the furs and threw them back, shoving out of the bed.
