Her head rested on Allan's chest as he slept soundly, not even snoring. She couldn't figure out who that person was after yesterday's brief conversation. Allan is good at keeping secrets, but she is also good at discovering them.

"Go to bed, sweetie," mumbles Allan, half asleep. He could tell her wolf was agitated because she was overthinking the situation. He pats her head and returns to sleep soundly.

She smiles and shuts her eyes, drifting off to sleep with the strangest of fantasies. Althea woke up the next morning, still on top of a sleeping Allan. She pokes his face and rolls her eyes. His hand catches up and...