Sparks

My body felt exhausted after the events of last night and I dozed off pretty quickly after the change. Waking up, I glanced at the clock and it was almost noon.

I tried to climb out of the bed and every muscle in my body screamed at me. I wasn’t sure if it was the intense night Wyatt and I had, the turning, or both.

Probably both.

Groaning, I forced myself out to the living room where I saw Helena and Wyatt on the couch watching a children's movie. They had a plate of cookies on the table and two half-drank glasses of milk.

The smell of freshly baked brownies hit my senses and I moaned. I missed that smell more than I’d like to admit.

Wyatt turned towards me, his eyes flashed red and his nostrils flared as if he were inhaling the most delectable scent.

He could scent me too.

These moments were like experiencing the mate bond all over again, but with a new intensity. With a love that had already been built from the ground up.

His lips pulled into a grin, wi