The Feisty Mate

As the incessant ringing of Rafe's phone pierced the tranquil air of the bedroom, both he and Delia stirred from their slumber.

Delia was nestled against Rafe, his nose buried in her hair, inhaling her snowy scent and lulling his beast into a state of calm.

With a groggy murmur, Rafe reached for his phone, his senses sharpening as he saw Natasha's name flashing on the screen. He sat up with a jerk.

Delia turned over at his sudden movement and caught glimpse of the caller name on his phone.

“I need to get this”, Rafe mumbled and hurriedly stepped out onto the balcony to take the call, leaving Delia on his bed staring after him.

“Natasha, where are you?" Rafe's voice carried a tinge of urgency as he answered.

Natasha's cheerful tone resonated through the line. "Hello to you too Rafe! I'm back in St. Germain. I figured there was no point in lingering there since you'll be joining me here for the Full Moon Festival tomorrow."

Rafe responds saying, “I see..”

“I saw your