Chapter 7

"Oh, you're awake!" Someone jerked at the drapes around the bed roughly. Was I though? With a talking wolf in my head, the sense that I forgot something very important while I was dreaming, and the bright light of the room beyond the drapes…felt like I was still asleep.

Rhys popped his head in the crack he had made in the curtains, cocking his head to the side. His nose wrinkled. "You need a bath, beautiful."

"And you need better manners," I muttered. I flushed under his curious scrutiny. "What? Do I have snot on my face?"

His lips hiked up in a half smile. "No. I can hear your wolf. It's kind of entertaining. Mostly child Weres haven't fully integrated with their wolves, so to have an adult wolf keeping a running commentary at the same time you're talking is hilarious."

'Shut the hell up Eclipse. You're making us a laughingstock.'

'He looks lickable. Can we lick him?'

A wave of lust hit me so hard that I gasped. Rhys was attractive. But he was not my Husband. Now that I was par