I woke up to the sound of waves and the smell of coffee.
For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. The bed was too comfortable, the sheets too soft, the morning light too golden. Then I felt Kai's arm around my waist and everything clicked into place.
We were married. Actually, officially, legally married.
And we were in the most beautiful cabin I'd ever seen, perched on a cliff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, three hours north of Silver Creek and a million miles away from pack politics, international diplomacy, and cosmic responsibilities.
"Morning, Mrs. Blackwood," came a voice from the kitchen doorway.
I turned to find my husband—my husband!—leaning against the frame, wearing nothing but pajama pants and holding two steaming mugs. His hair was messy from sleep, his golden eyes soft with contentment, and he was looking at me like I was the best thing he'd ever woken up to.
