Devon

Devon

When I woke up the next morning, I instantly looked to make sure Emerald was still in bed with us. She was; her head was buried in my chest, and I could feel her breathing. Nate was plastered along her back with his arm around her waist. I let out a sigh and smiled at my kitten. I had been told that she was able to shift but seeing it firsthand was unexplainable partially. I wasn’t even scared when she shifted, but when that rogue lunged at her, I was terrified that she was going to be hurt. When he fell to the ground in pieces, I knew my kitten’s claws were out, and they were deadly. I look up and see Nate staring at me. I know it scared the shit out of both of us when her eyes rolled back into her head, and she dropped like she was dead.

“Do we wake her up?” Nates asked.

“No, she needs to sleep,” I responded.

“She also needs to eat to help recover some of her energy,” He points out.

I was about to say something when a loud clap of thunder sounded from outside.