August awoke to a faint whimpering in her ear and something soft nuzzling into the curve of her neck. "Graeme?" she called in a voice groggy with sleep. Her chest felt heavy, and for a moment the fear of the virus returned before she remembered her inherent immunity that had somehow landed her here in a lycan's treehouse.
With a deep breath testing the congestion in her lungs, she turned to where Graeme had been lying next to her and was met with a wet, rough tongue licking her face. She covered her face, giggling softly from the unmistakable sensation of canine kisses.
When the kisses ceased, she looked into the same intense dark eyes she had come to know, but now they belonged to a gigantic wolf the size of a bear lying next to her in the bed. She gasped in surprise and pushed herself up to a sitting position. The wolf bowed his head, covering his own muzzle with his front paws before looking back up at her again with his head tilted to the side.
