Chapter 123
- Callan POV
- I strolled down the stairs of the pack house with a bounce in my step and the biggest smile on my face. I had never felt so positive about life as I did right now. The pack house no longer felt like a prison of my torment; the halls were no longer filled with memories of my father chasing me down them, and the rooms no longer held the memories of the beatings he would rain down on me for just being alive. Ayla had changed that; she had given me the greatest memory that I will forever cherish, and it was here, in this house I was once afraid of roaming. Now the house felt warm and full of love; the walls didn’t echo the reminiscence of a bad childhood; now they reflected her love and her kindness. The halls didn’t seem gloomy and obsessive; now they were bright and full of life. Not only did it feel like home now, but Ayla had agreed she would stay here until her life was no longer in danger, and the thought of spending every waking moment with her filled me with immense joy; my heart felt full, and the world finally looked like a beautiful place, and to make things even more incredible, I now wore her mark not just on that small spot above my collarbone like every other wolf; it weaved up my neck and down onto my chest. Ayla’s mark looked like a beautiful tree; the thick black branches reached up my neck, wrapping around it like vines, and ended just beneath my jawline. The trunk of this beautiful, intricate tree began at my heart. Just like Ayla, she was my heart, and her mark showed the world that. I had left my mate sound asleep in bed, and seeing her this morning, exhausted from our night of lovemaking, my sheets wrapped around her naked body and my mark on her neck, was one of the most satisfying sights I have ever seen. She was the most magnificent thing I had ever laid my eyes upon, and she was mine.
- “You look chirpy today,” Micha smiled as I made my way down the stairs to the front of the house for morning training.