(Sean's Perspective)
For a long moment, there's silence in my head, even though I know—with a wolf half— I'm not alone in my thoughts. I pace to the French doors into the private courtyard, then back to our empty bed and take a seat on the side of it. Inside my head, my wolf half paces back and forth after I stop.
Sandy's salt-water taffy fragrance and the scent of our earlier love-making lingers and I'm tempted to bury my face in the sheets and breathe until I've absorbed all of her perfume trapped in the fabric into my lungs. Instead, I offer myself a compromise.
