Ugh after 8 hours spent writing this chapter, an hour editing, and another hour today editing some more my head is spinninggg. Not to mention I only got like 3 hours of sleep last night, got motion sickness from the bus, and had to walk about a quarter of a mile through smoke from a nearby fire. Spring break killed my sleeping schedule I think. But I did get my housing application from the college I'm going to so I'm happy! Now I can stop worrying about that blasted thing. Although I did get rejected from another college because my SAT (If you know what that is and you're in high school and you haven't taken it yet, be afraid be very afraid) scores were like 60 points off. Oh well, can't win em all.


It wasn't until the next morning that the others became aware of Kohaku's arrival. Inuyasha was the first: jumping down the shrine stairs and catching sight of the freakish stallion that he knew had not dwelled in the village yesterday. The lingering scent was a dead give away but to be certain he was correct he went to ask Shippo.

"Oi, Shippo!" he barged into the house without knocking and allowed the door to slam loudly behind him. He paused in the hall, the distinct odor of decay filling his nostrils. Dear Kami couldn't the kid keep the house clean for at least one day? Shaking his head, he stomped his way through the house until he came to the bedroom where Shippo was groggily sitting up.

"Did Kohaku arrive yesterday?" the hanyou demanded.

Shippo looked up at him with sleep laden eyes and tiredly nodded, followed by a huge yawn.

"Oh. Is he better?"

Shippo didn't need to ask him what he was referring to and shrugged.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and made a displeased grunt. "You're so useless! I could ask you what species you are and shrug. Shippo, how old are you? Shrug. Do you like girls? Shrug. Useless little runt."

A pillow suddenly hit him square in the face and he froze, mouth half open to continue his ranting.

"Gef offa mah house," Shippo grumbled and turned his back on the loud mouth, pulling the covers over his head.

"Keh! You spent one night here and already it smells like something died in here! No good pipsqueak," Inuyasha responded and threw the pillow back at his abuser.

Seeing as how he wasn't going to get anymore information out of the comatose kitsune, he left the house, making sure to cause as much noise as possible. He descended the porch steps and stood on the ground, folding his arms across his chest and sticking his hands in his wide sleeves.

It was likely Kohaku would be up with Sango and Miroku in the new house and he couldn't think up a decent excuse to pester them yet. The next best thing to do in that case was to bug his wife. Grinning in anticipation, he leaped to the steps and up them, his fancy jumping footwork allowing him to reach the shrine in thirty seconds if that.

He found his wife in the back yard of their small house that resided near the shrine. She was sewing another one of those altered outfits and listening to the birds, enjoying the quiet stillness of the morning before classes began. He paused in the doorway before making his presence known to watch her appreciatively.

Over the years she had filled out some, growing into her curves and emerging into the supple and graceful woman she was now. She had always been beautiful but now she was stunning. Frankly he figured she was the best looking female that existed in the village, maybe even the whole world. Of course Inuyasha supposed he was biased since he was her mate and husband.

But it wasn't just her physical attributes that attracted him so much to her, made him love her so much.

Without Kagome, he'd be half a soul, half a heart. She was the other half of his spirit, the part that made him whole. Her sunny smile and gracious kindness had allowed him to finally accept himself and his mixed blood. The constant support and caring she offered him let him know he was no longer alone. She was his purpose, his reason to live. Her presence alone calmed him, soothed him, let him know he could just be himself and that was ok.

Sometimes it quite overwhelmed him how he had been secretly blessed with her, the girl from the future. Against all odds they had found love, cast aside the differences that would have made most people rethink their decisions. Instead they had prevailed and found stability, assurance. They had faced the impossible and defied it.

And Inuyasha never regretted his decision.

Stepping out of the shadows, he approached her, greeting her with a quiet, "Oi."

She glanced up at him, surprised to see him but glad to. "What's up?"

"Kohaku arrived last night."

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's good to hear. I bet Sango's happy."

He grunted noncommittal.

"Have you spoken to him?"

He shook his head. "He's sleeping."

She nodded with a slight humming sound, her attention absorbed on her sewing. He watched her intently as she was distracted, searching for the signs that always made him uneasy.

Yes, there was that far away look, that distance light that occupied her eyes. She did a good job of concealing her depression but Inuyasha could sense it. He had become in tune with his wife's feelings to a certain degree and he knew that she was pining.

It made him worried and a little frustrated. He didn't know what to do and she was pining over a choice she had made. He could try and change her mind but she hadn't listened six years ago so it was likely she wouldn't listen now. A part of him was proud she had chosen him over them but he did not want her to grow discontent over that choice. He didn't want her unhappy for his sake.

Sighing inwardly, he sat down close to her, knowing that there was really nothing he could do but try his best to make her happy, with both him and her decision. She smiled at him, albeit a little sadly, and leaned against his shoulder, continuing her sewing while getting closer to him. He wrapped an arm about her waist and leaned his head against hers, trying to express without words what he was trying to say.

'You're not alone, Kagome...You have me.'

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It was a pleasant day; at least that much was true. And a pleasant night had past. They had stayed up for most of it, Sango telling Kohaku all about the village, the building of the house, the different things going on with her life, etc.

Kohaku had remained silent throughout her talking and listened to her attentively while trying to avoid looking Miroku in the eyes. The monk's presence made him apprehensive; the way the man just stood there and watched him, as if investigating his heart. It was uncanny how much his brother-in-law put him on edge, unlike anyone he knew. In a way Miroku resembled Saishi but not quite. Miroku would inquire and question him, unlike Saishi. Kohaku couldn't be angry at him for it either. Miroku was, after all, only doing it for his wife's sake.

It had almost been a relief when Sango had finally decided they retire for the night.

Kohaku awoke before they did and sat near the front door with his back leaning against the wall, watching the sunlight play across the foliage and inspecting the shrine. The altar that always had purple flowers in front of it was still there but the shrine was indeed much larger then he recalled. Sango had told him about the improvements Kagome and Kaede had been doing to the shrine and the public school they had established.

Kagome...Now there was a name he would never forget. That name and face was burned into his brain for all eternity. The insanely powerful miko from the future...

The others that had belonged to the Shikon hunting party, Inuyasha and Shippo, Kohaku did not know so well. Inuyasha he remembered a bit better. He was the hanyou with the gigantic sword he loved to swing around. He was also one of the two who ultimately had destroyed Naraku. He was a somewhat conceited character if Kohaku remembered correctly.

A soft mewing from his side called Kohaku's attention and Kirara pounced into his lap. The tiny fire cat rubbed her head against his thigh, purring blissfully and happily. Kohaku smiled and petted the small youkai, touched that Sango's pet was pleased to have him back.

"You and who else, huh?" he asked rhetorically. "I don't think anyone was practically upset or distraught with my absence. They're glad I'm back but when I'm gone they'll miss me for a few days then get on with their lives."

He frowned, his hand still stroking the cat as he voiced his thoughts out loud. "Which is a good thing. I don't want her longing after me and sitting about in some dismal state of mind waiting for my return. I'm happy that she's been able to move on. I'm happy that she's happy. Maybe it's just me that feels unsatisfied. They've all forgiven me...So why can't I forgive myself?"

"Meow?" purred the cat.

He smirked at her and ruffled her ears. "Well said."

The cat hopped out of his lap and walked away, disappearing into the house to seek out her mistress. It was a good thing Kirara couldn't talk. She did understand what people said to her but she was incapable of human speech. He could have talked to her all day, relived every painful memory and revealed every torn aspect of himself. It may do him some good if he did do that, get all that excess heartache off his chest and be safe knowing that Kirara would never reveal it to anyone else. The fire cat was remarkably similar to Jinsoku, though much nicer. Jinsoku was a brat and bad tempered. Kirara was kind and cuddly.

The smirk faded from Kohaku's face, replaced by another frown. The inevitable question of "What am I going to do now?" kept buzzing around his head like an annoying mosquito.

His redemption was obsolete so that was out. He could try and settle down here like his sister wanted him to, become a farmer.

No, that wasn't possible. He couldn't stand to be around people and feel like an outsider. He couldn't stand to always feel like he wore his sins on his chest.

He could go back to Saishi he supposed, try and let the monk help him. Or he could remain Tandokuno Kishu and continue to travel the country side, helping villagers when they needed help and living out his life as a wanderer, not belonging anywhere.

But that seemed impossible too.

He wanted to belong, to be accepted but not feel as if everyone shunned him for his crimes.

That also was unrealistic. Everyone shunned him.

A rustling of cloth disrupted him and Sango stood in the hallway, wrapped up in a blanket and smiling at him.

"Good morning," he greeted and her smile widened, as if she had been waiting all her life to wake up and find him here. And maybe she had...

She sat down next to him, an action made difficult with her huge belly, and gazed out at the trees and temple. "Did you sleep well?" she asked quietly.

"Hai. I tend to get up early," he answered, reassuring her that it wasn't the bed's fault he was already up.

She was silent a moment, listening to the breeze and rustle of leaves. "How were your journeys?"

His eyes wandered away from her to stare at the shrine. "They went well for the most part." He shrugged in disregard. He didn't really want to talk about that.

"You must have gone many places, traveling all the time. You've gained a lot of scars."

He grinned at the observation, feeling sheepish for having such blemished skin.

There was another pause then she said in a rush, "Did you go to the old village?...Back home?"

He didn't say anything right away and she watched his face constrict, his pupils narrowing at the question. He refused to look at her. His shoulders and back grew tense.

It had been the wrong question to ask and Sango felt guilty for asking it. It was wrong of her to bring up the village they had grown up in, the village that had been destroyed by Naraku all for one stupid shard. It was especially wrong of her to ask if he had gone there, gone there alone to see the destruction that had befallen his people while he was held captive under the spell of the evil hanyou.

But she just couldn't help it. She needed to know if he had gone back there and made peace with his kin. Or at least gone back to pay respect to their fallen comrades.

"Yes," he breathed sadly, heavily. "I went there."

A lump began to form in her throat, tears pushing at her eyelids at his soft spoken answer. She would never forget the day she had gone back to her village with Inuyasha and the others. And despite not knowing them too well at the time, they had been a support for her, helping her to survive the calamity and destruction of everything she held dear.

How had Kohaku felt when he went there, years after the genocide of his way of life? How had he reacted to the multitude of graves dotting the earth of what had once been there home? How had he been able to face it alone...?

Kohaku offered no explanation, his mind reliving the day he had fallen to his knees before the graves of his ancestors. The sight had caused him to experience a mind numbing ache and opened a hole that burned behind his ribs, made his breath hitch in his throat. He had collapsed there and stared unbelieving at the many graves laid out before him. He had wept, the tears going unheeded down his cheeks, before he went into a hysterical fit, beating the ground, tearing at his hair, blaming himself for their death. It had been days before he accepted it and then he had hollowly laid flowers on each grave, trying hard to remember every person, conjure a face, a name, in his minds eye.

When he had left there was a new emptiness that resided in his chest, a solemn reminder of the life he had lost and the people who had lost their lives in the process. Everyone he had loved and cherished were gone, save one. And he was partly responsible for it.

"Well," said Sango, breaking the saddening silence with forced cheerfulness. "What sort of foods do you like? I have several recipes I can make tonight but I wanted to ask you first.

'Wonderful job of changing subject,' Kohaku thought with a slight grin.

They fell into talking about average day matters, leaving behind bad memories and trying times. They were interrupted after a quarter of an hour from their pleasant conversation by a sound of huffing indignation and a disgruntled man dressed in all red with a sword strapped to his waist came stomping towards them.

Kohaku easily identified the man due to the white dog ears and long silver mane. It was the first time Kohaku had seen him in six years and he looked healthy enough. Not too happy though...

Inuyasha drew up to them and pierced them both with an irate glare, looking as though he just had been violated. In fact he looked down right pissed off and ruffled.

"What's wrong, Inuyasha?" Sango asked curiously.

Inuyasha ignored her to fix his gaze on Kohaku. "Is your horse gay?" he demanded without preamble.

Kohaku's eyes widened fractionally, flabbergasted. That was not quite the greeting he had been expecting. Neither had his sister, judging by her reaction of hands flying to her mouth in surprise.

"I...I'm not sure...I don't think so." Kohaku rubbed the back of his neck, totally caught off guard and embarrassed by the odd inquiry. He had never bothered to learn of Jinsoku's sexual activities nor had someone ask him about it. People generally didn't care about that sort of thing. "Why?"

"Because the damn thing's been following me around the whole damn day!" Inuyasha flung an angry hand behind him, in the direction of the village below. "Every time I turn around, he's standing behind me with those...those...creepyred eyes. It's disturbing! It's like he's just waiting for the right moment to eat me or mount me or something disgusting like that. It isn't another Jakotsu is it? I don't think I can handle that again."

"Ohhh," Kohaku said in sudden understanding. "No, no, Jinsoku isn't gay."

"Oh Kami, their names even sound the same!" Inuyasha wailed. He ran his hands over his face in despair and paid little attention to Kohaku.

"Jinsoku is a hanyou," Kohaku stated bluntly, giving Inuyasha a flat look. He didn't appreciate it when people asked questions then ignored the answers. That was just rude and this subject was just silly. "He's following you around because you're also a hanyou."

Inuyasha lowered his hands to peer in confoundment at the young man, Sango mirroring his expression. "A hanyou?" they both said.

"Well, partly. Somewhere down the line his forefather was a youkai. That's why his eyes are red. He's lacking in youkai characteristics since over time they've lost them as they were bred with regular horses," Kohaku explained.

"A youkai...You mean a youkai like Entei?" Sango was truly interested while Inuyasha seemed more disturbed now then he initially had been.

"Like Entei, hai."

Sango grinned mischievously at Inuyasha and gave him a slight slap on his back. "Look's like you got a new friend."

The dog hanyou's lip twitched, apparently not as ecstatic about his new 'friend' as Sango was. Kohaku wasn't helping matters either by sitting there looking part way amused.

Inuyasha didn't think this was funny at all. Now he had a demon horse's ancestor following him around probably thinking he was a potential mate. Life just kept getting better and better.

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Rin rubbed at her abdomen in discomfort, grimacing at the strange pain that shot through her muscles. She felt as if someone had sunk claws into her body and was slowly cutting away at her.

Pushing her fingers down on her flesh, she massaged the area in hopes of alleviating the pain. It wasn't working.

It must be an upset stomach or sore muscles from having spent most of the day out in the field with Keikai and AhUn. Maybe she had a Charlie Horse or something.

Gritting her teeth, she shifted on her bed, pondering whether or not to ask Mamoru what was wrong. Keikai had switched with Mamoru about half an hour ago and Rin was supposed to be sleeping but the pain prevented her from drifting into slumber.

Whining low in her throat, she turned onto her side and hugged her pillow to her, willing herself to get tired and relax. The muscles of her abdomen refused to unstring themselves though and her back also ached.

It seemed the pain almost came in waves. A few minutes passed where she felt hardly anything then the next minute she felt like she had been punched soundly in the gut.

She curled into a ball around her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut as another wave of cramping pain swept through her.

It had to be that medicine. Could someone have poisoned the medicine?

Rin dismissed that thought, knowing better than to believe that someone had managed to poison her in Sesshomaru's stronghold. That was just impossible. Besides, Sesshomaru had prescribed the medicine to her himself. The pain must be an after effect or side effect of it. Whatever it was, it was a great discomfort to her.

The persistent call of nature beckoned her Rin sighed heavily as she heaved herself off the comfy mattress. The pain was worse when she was standing and she pressed her palms onto both her abdomen and her back, still to no anvil. Hopefully these cricks would only last for a day at most. She didn't know how much of this pain she could stomach.

She stumbled into the adjoining bathroom to take care of her business, muttering sullenly.

Outside Rin's chamber, Mamoru swept bored eyes across the expanse of hall. It was a quiet night indeed. No crickets chirped, no doors clicked, no pages or soldiers walked the area disturbing the peace.

It was a perfect night to catch up on some shut eye and Mamoru wasn't going to waste it. She leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes, preparing to fall into a slight doze.

She was almost into blissful dreamland when a loud high pitched scream ripped the night air, shattering the tranquility of the evening. The scream made her jump upright, her hands clutching the spear tightly.

Fear struck her heart as she realized the scream had come from inside Rin's chambers and sounded deceptively like the girl's voice. She reached a clawed hand for the door knob, calling out hoarsely, "Rin-sama!"

The door was suddenly flung open and Rin burst out of the room, sobbing and choking. Mamoru was forced back against the wall by the force of the door, her senses reeling to try and decipher what the hell was going on. Rin ignored her, running right by her and to her guardian's door.

She fell against it, her hand scrambling to find the door knob, her blurry vision making it hard for her to see anything.

"Rin-sama!" Mamoru cried desperately, making her way towards her.

The girl didn't even look up and she pushed open the door to her guardian's room, staggering into it.

Sesshomaru was lounging on the settee, his feet perched on the other end and his knees bent to fit his impressive height on the furniture. A stack of papers were being resting on his stomach, held upright by his upraised thighs. Kagura sat nearby, delicately removing the pins from her hair.

The door was sharply thrown open and Rin stood in the doorway. She was sobbing, her face red and tear stained, mouth twisted in an unhappy frown.

Sesshomaru bolted into a sitting position, alarm flooding into his veins, turning his blood cold. "What in the nine hells-"

With a loud broken cry, Rin threw herself at him, her chest and head landing on his lap while the rest of her body lay on the floor. She clutched onto his thighs, grasping him the same way she used to when she was a little girl and frightened of something.

The papers fluttered onto the floor unnoticed as he gripped her upper arms, bending over her prone form to search for injuries.

"What the hell is wrong with her?" Kagura said anxiously. She had vacated her seat and was standing next to him, also looking for some sort of cause for the girl to be crying.

"Lord Sesshomaru!" Mamoru careened into the doorway, panting.

"Mamoru, get in here and close the door," Sesshomaru commanded harshly.

Mamoru complied right away, quickly closing the door to give them privacy.

"Rin," Sesshomaru's voice was low and forceful but not unkind. "Rin, what is wrong with you? Why are you crying like this?"

The girl was soaking his pants with her tears and she trembled in his grip, her shoulders quacking. Lifting her head a little, she gasped, "Sesshomaru-sama, I'm dying!"

Sesshomaru cocked a surprised eyebrow, exchanging bewildered looks with his mate.

"Was she attacked in her room?" Kagura asked Mamoru.

The distraught guard frantically shook her head. "No. I didn't smell anyone in her rooms and she-"

"It's all that drink's fault!" Rin bawled from Sesshomaru's lap.

"Drink? The one you took yesterday?" Sesshomaru demanded.

Rin nodded helplessly against his thighs. Kagura smacked him on the back of his silver head with her fan. "I told you that drink was a bad idea!"

He gave her a disparaging look, complete with a flash of his fangs, before returning his attention to his distressed ward. "Rin, that drink was harmless. Why do you think you are dying?"

Really she was just too old for this sort of behavior...

"Because I'm bleeding to death!" Rin caterwauled and burst into more tears, her arms clutching his legs tight enough to cut off circulation.

Sesshomaru scented the air, picking up the barest trace of blood. Something about that scent tugged at his memory and then it became perfectly clear to him. The realization made him sag against the back of the settee; his head lolling back to crack against the wood. "Great..."

Kagura watched him critically. She was dumbfounded when instead of panicking he drooped and appeared extremely unhappy. "Wha...?"

"She's entered her cycle," he said and Kagura drew back, pursuing her lips.

"How can you tell?"

"My bastard brother's mother. She used to have cycles like this."

His deadpan voice had made Rin cease her tears and she watched both of them in stunned silence. How could they be talking so flatly and calmly when she was dying!

Sesshomaru lifted Rin's arms off him and held her out to Kagura, making the wind youkai the boss of the situation. "You deal with this. This department is out of my league."

Kagura frowned but helped the dazed young woman to her feet, keeping an arm securely about her shoulders to make sure she didn't fall or try to latch back onto her guardian. "Fine. But you get to tell her how to properly make babies."

The pale dog demon, who had been in the process of retrieving his papers off the floor, jolted and almost fell off his seat, making a spluttering sound.

Kagura chuckled, confusing Rin totally, and led the girl out of her guardian's bedroom and towards her own room. "Alright, Rin...Let's talk...Woman to woman."

An hour later, Rin sat with Kagura on her bed, the older woman having explained what was going on with Rin's body and that it was nothing to worry about. She explained to her the process of the cycle, the reasons for it, and the differences between a youkai and a human cycle.

"So how does all that sound?" Kagura asked when she was finished.

"To be honest, Kagura-sama, it sounds kinda gross," Rin replied, sticking her tongue out in revulsion.

Kagura laughed. The wind youkai found herself truly enjoying spending time with Rin. The girl was a delight and her innocence and naivety had been quite comical. When Kagura had been getting into the gory details of why Rin's body was bleeding like that, Rin had stared at her in morbid fascination. Until it got too gory, then she had tried to cover her head and face with the pillow.

"Is there a way to get rid of the cramping? I don't want to have to bear this much pain every month," Rin said, her voice close to a plea as she rubbed at her aching abdomen.

"I'm sure there is. I've never gotten cramps bad enough to resort to medicine but I'm sure Maniakku has something."

"Can we go now?" Rin was already rising eagerly from the bed but Kagura tugged lightly on her sleeve to pull her back down.

"It's too late now. We'll go tomorrow morning though, you and me, if you want."

Rin smiled gratefully then suddenly hugged her fiercely. "Thank you, Kagura-sama!"

Kagura smirked and patted the human's back, feeling swell after the gratitude the girl displayed to her. "No problem, kid. You just get some sleep ok? And no more freaking out. You almost made Mamoru hyperventilate."

Rin giggled as Kagura rose, allowing the girl room to lie down and get under the covers. She tucked her in and waited by the bedside, watching the girl drift off to sleep. Poor thing had worn herself out enough by crying that the cramps couldn't prevent her from drifting off anymore.

Kagura smoothed the bangs away from Rin's face, an affectionate smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Leaning down, she kissed the girl on the center of her forehead, the place where a mark would be had she truly been Sesshomaru's pup.

"Sleep tight, Rin."

Glad that that little mix up was over, she slipped silently to the door and into the hallway, closing the door soundlessly behind her. Mamoru was watching her, twitching uneasily. Kagura gave the cougar a confirming nod to let her know Rin was fine and Mamoru breathed a sigh of relief. Grinning at the guard's obvious respite, Kagura slipped back into her own room, ready to get some rest after dealing with that nightmare.

Rin was a sweetheart but her reaction to her menstruation had made her seem childish. Instead of calmly dealing with the matter she had flown into panic. Kagura supposed she couldn't blame her though. Sesshomaru apparently hadn't informed her about any of the transformations her body would undergo at this stage of her life, a big mistake in Kagura's eyes.

Well, she couldn't blame him either. He was only male and talking about a female's flux into womanhood was a subject most males wouldn't touch with a thirty foot pole. The mother's were left to take care of that and since Rin was the adoptee of Sesshomaru, that technically made Kagura the mother of the girl.

Kagura grimaced, having trapped herself in her own logic. Screw it, she'd let Keikai tackle that issue.

She blinked in the darkness of the room, her eyes adjusting to the lack of light. Sesshomaru was already asleep. Shaking her head with a smirk, she undressed and climbed into bed, snuggling into the soft blankets and sighing softly.

The bed dipped without warning and Kagura looked over her shoulder. Glittering golden orbs peered at her as Sesshomaru turned to face her, his arm snaking out and dragging her bodily against him before she had time to protest.

"My, aren't we forceful," she commented dryly, though she made no move to slither out of his embrace.

He merely grunted at her comment, not interested in pursuing that conversation. "What happened?"

She shrugged impartially. "Nothing. I explained to her what was going on, what it was, etc."

"How did she take it?"

"Like a true soldier."

He gave her an exasperated look.

Kagura rolled her eyes. "She took it alright. She understands it now and shouldn't start bawling thinking she's going to die next time it happens. Her cramps are pretty bad though. Does Maniakku have something to cure that?"

He snorted in disbelief, making the bed shake. "How would I know anything about that?"

"Oh you know what I mean," she elbowed him softly in the chest. "I'll go ask him tomorrow then."

"That kitsune is going to smell that blood on her..."

"So what? He lives with humans. He knows what it means," she said evenly.

"He might try to-"

"Oh for pities sake! Give it a rest, Mr. Paranoid! The kitsune probably already thinks she's been having cycles." She smothered the urge to hit him with her pillow.

Sesshomaru made a soft growl of doubt but said no more. Kagura glared at him for a minute longer but he ignored her, favoring sleep rather than continuing the discussion they were having. She huffed a little and squirmed furiously around on purpose to get comfortable, disturbing and bumping into her mate enough that he growled in warning. Rolling her eyes, she settled down and finally allowed them to go to sleep.


Short chapter but I put in everything I wanted to say in this chapter and I'm kinda on a writers block. I know where I want to be but don't know what I should put in between. I don't want to rush the story or anything so I'll probably take a day or two off to grind my brain for some ideas.