Chapter 21

Bri

I stood in the kitchen making breakfast, Beau's shadow coming up from behind. His arms encircled me as contentment hummed throughout the fibers of my being. I felt different, lighter, something brewed inside me causing my senses to overload. My sight would suddenly sharpen, my sense of smell drawing me to experience the world differently. I moved the andouille and potatoes around in the pan. Beau kissed my almost healing mark that tied us together, and the sensations shot straight to my core.

Since our claiming we’d both been flooded by specters of our former lives within our dreams. Different faces, different skins and yet my feelings for him were always the same. A pure love that had been earned and tried with the tribulations of life and the beauty of what lay within.

His hands skimmed up and down my hips as Wyatt came through the front door. He’d avoided us the last two days and both men's lips rose up curling as their canines elongated. Their animals snarling within them. At