Eighty-Seven

When I wake the next morning, I am a little sore from my encounter with Nolan and his friends, but I feel good. I go to move, but 2 arms tighten slightly around me. I smile and turn over to look into Zachariah's eyes, but he still has them closed. I lift my hand and lightly run my fingers over his face, starting at his forehead, sliding them across and then down, moving the slightly longer bit of his fringe off of his face and behind his ear.

He growls low and tightens his arms a little more, but still doesn't open his eyes. I move my fingers back up and do it again, only this time I follow his cheek. I then slide my fingers down the side of his neck and over his shoulder, making him moan as I skim over my mark. I lift my head and study my mark as I haven't had a real chance to look at it since I put it there. It is similar to his, but mine has both a panther and a wolf entwined with a moon rising behind them like mine in the shape of 2 crowns.

I smile, knowing for some reason he is n