The wolves approach slowly, one by one, many of them in their shifted forms. With brushes of their sides, nose boops from shifted wolves, and careful nuzzling, I weep.
“Their love is so pure, Noah.” My voice comes out soft and wobbly.
“Good job, gorgeous. Take it in.”
As I stroke the back of Noah’s head, cradling him to me, he weeps too. I feel so accepted. So taken care of.
Noah nuzzles away my tears with gentle kisses until I steal his attention with my own lips. Our breaths quiver through our kiss, but we can’t stop smiling.
“My sweet Luna.” Noah beams.
My body buzzes with joy at my new title, never believing it so intimately until now. As I huddle into my doting mate, I allow myself to feel it; we’re safe.