#Chapter 344 – Moving Out

When my eyes open in the morning, still far too early, I stifle a groan because I’m not sure I got a lick of sleep. I just dozed in and out of consciousness, anxiously waking every fifteen minutes or half an hour, scared I’m going to miss something. I sigh, heartily disappointed, because I never even sunk deep enough into sleep to go into the dream state with Jackson, as planned. My wolf huffs disappointedly. We could have gotten the mark, she mutters, angry. It would have just been a dream mark anyway, I reply on a sigh, lifting up a finger and seeing my little mini mark glinting in what light is available in the nook with the curtain closed. My wolf steps forward, inspecting the little nipped cut on my finger, which seems to shine almost silver. Yes, that’s a good start, she murmurs, approving. I smile a bit, pleased that she’s pleased, but I let my hand drop to Jackson’s chest so that my chin is resting on him and I can peer up into his perfect face. I study him in peac