I wake up wrapped in the warm embrace of Tate. His head is resting on my shoulder. “Good morning beautiful” he whispers.

   I found myself chuckling. “Good morning to you too” I whispered back.

    “You know I am going to have to get you up and out of bed shortly for your training.” He says with a sigh.

    “Euurrgghh!” I grumbled. “But the bed is so warm and comfy!”

     Training has been going on almost each day since we returned to pack six months ago. Lachlan was relentless. Though I can’t blame him, Azaria was just as unrelenting too in her necessity for me to refine these gifts of mine...