~CASSELBA'S POV
"MY LOVE!" CADEN RUMBLES RIGHT OUT OF SLEEP. One of the lively sobriquets of endearment he's termed for me.
I say nothing in reply but facing away from him, more than the usual pink fills my cheeks. I practically feel my face burning in the cold. I know he loves me. I've probably known it for a long time, and though none of us have actually said the words to one another, it ebbs and flows between us.
A fluid chemistry. Unexplained and daring, right to the point of making me see red.
Caden and Ryan had come along, taking away my fear of the Ferals and willing me—with those gorgeous eyes of theirs to dream again. Now here I am, with them sprawled out beside me, watching the sun rise without having to look behind me, expecting some ghastly werewolf fright to pounce.
When one has being through so much shit as I have, it is a damn good feeling.
