Harley's P.O.V.

The first thing I felt after waking up was the warmth of Carlos’s wolf; his steady heartbeat was a lullaby I could drown in forever. He was curled around me, his massive frame like a fortress, shielding me from the world.

I frowned, yawning lazily. There had been something last night. Angry whispers, muffled voices, and a thread of tension in the air. It was like I teleported into another world during my sleep.

I wanted to talk to him about what happened, but he was still in deep slumber, his chest rising and falling with a steady rhythm that soothed me. So, I delayed my plan of...