I turn and look at Wyatt, notice he’s already staring at me, that familiar, possessive look on his face. Despite the fact we’ve been together for years, it still feels like we are newly mated. As I look into his eyes, I see his wolf flash right below the surface, and know completely that he’s mine.
Only mine.
He growls low, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and moves in close to kiss me soundly. We break away and I rest my head on his shoulder, watching the boys, my lips stretching into an even bigger smile.
This is what being truly happy feels like.