The first thing Zephyr noticed when he woke up was the pervasive sweetness of lavender that stirred his innermost feelings in pleasurable waves.
After that, he notified the peace.
For a fleeting moment, a serenity he hadn't known in what felt like an eternity washed over him. He had actually slept well.
Then, the memories crashed in, sharp and immediate. The consuming desperation of his wolf, the insatiable desire he felt, his lips against her skin, her soft gasps and throaty moans. The taste of her blood....
Then Zephyr noticed the light weightrof a slender, pale hand draped across his torso. Slowly, deliberately, he turned. There she was.
Selene.
His first glance was one of panic until he saw the almost imperceptible rise and fall of her chest.
She lay so still, on her side, one hand extended, her skin looking pale in the dim room.
Zephyr squeezed his eyes shut, trying to grasp the slippery edges of his memory.
