took one. “The oil is used for anointing. Row will recite what amounts to marriage vows to you. They’ll follow a basic script, but he’ll be able to make the vows his own. Then he’ll touch lavender oil to both sides of your throat, over your heart, and to your lower belly.”
“A lot of females become pregnant during their night in the sacred cave,” Aggie said. “Our people believe that when a truemating such as yours occurs, the great bear spirit blesses the union with a cub immediately.”
Kammie knew she looked surprised. “Wolves only go into heat once a year, in September. I can’t get pregnant right now.”
Stella smiled thoughtfully. “I think you might be surprised what happens when truemates come together, wolf biology or not. Besides, Alice has been wanting a grandchild to fawn over. The only question is whether she has to travel to visit her grandcub or if you and Row will be here in the sleuth.”
Kammie felt all their eyes on her and she was glad she and Row had already made this decision. “We’ve decided to stay.”
The women cheered, and Kammie found herself enveloped in a group hug that warmed her right to the core. As they settled back into their seats and Aggie gave Kammie her copy of the romance novel they’d read, Kammie knew she and Row had made the right choice.
Row disliked the wolves, but he’d seen only the bad side of things. Kammie knew that there were wolves who liked and cared for her. Jeremiah and his mate Honey, Brynn, Adam, and some of the other omegas. But the truth was that pack life was harsh because the laws made it so. The ranking hierarchy forced the alphas to evaluate their people based on their physical abilities. She wished that her pack had been as loving and welcoming as the sleuth. Even if Fayar didn’t show affection to Gloria as outwardly as Brynn and Acksel did, there was no denying that the two loved each other greatly. For Kammie, that was all that mattered.
Tonight they were going to the sacred cave, and in the morning the sleuth would celebrate their mating and welcome her as one of their own. They didn’t seem to care that she was a wolf or that her body was riddled with scars – they only cared that she and Row were mates and were happy. She’d only been in Oakville for a short while, and already it felt like home, which she attributed not only to the kindness of the bears but also her amazing mate.
She’d show him just how thankful she was…later.
* * * * *
Row wouldn’t let Kammie carry anything to the sacred cave. He carried the cooler containing their food, as well as a large pack on his back. Along with dishing about the sex in the romance novel, Alice’s friends had advised Kammie to wear something sexy under her clothes and to treat the sacred mating the way a human male and female would treat their wedding night. Kammie didn’t own anything remotely sexy, unfortunately, so she went a different direction. She hoped that Row would be pleased.
They neared the cave, and Row said, “Give me two minutes.” He handed Kammie a flashlight, because the sun was setting and the woods were growing dark.
He disappeared into the cave and she heard a lot of hurried movements. True to his word, he reappeared shortly and said, “I wish I could carry you inside the cave, but the entrance is too small for me to do that.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Only to you.”
She kissed him and gave him the flashlight. Going to her knees, she peered into the entrance of the cave. She had to crawl on her hands and knees for the first few feet. Row had set an electric candle where the tunnel turned sharply, and she followed more flickering candles for a little longer, before the tunnel opened up and she was able to stand in the rough-hewn chamber. The cave was circular, about ten feet across, with shelves hewn into the walls for supplies. Row had set electric candles on the shelves
“A lot of females become pregnant during their night in the sacred cave,” Aggie said. “Our people believe that when a truemating such as yours occurs, the great bear spirit blesses the union with a cub immediately.”
Kammie knew she looked surprised. “Wolves only go into heat once a year, in September. I can’t get pregnant right now.”
Stella smiled thoughtfully. “I think you might be surprised what happens when truemates come together, wolf biology or not. Besides, Alice has been wanting a grandchild to fawn over. The only question is whether she has to travel to visit her grandcub or if you and Row will be here in the sleuth.”
Kammie felt all their eyes on her and she was glad she and Row had already made this decision. “We’ve decided to stay.”
The women cheered, and Kammie found herself enveloped in a group hug that warmed her right to the core. As they settled back into their seats and Aggie gave Kammie her copy of the romance novel they’d read, Kammie knew she and Row had made the right choice.
Row disliked the wolves, but he’d seen only the bad side of things. Kammie knew that there were wolves who liked and cared for her. Jeremiah and his mate Honey, Brynn, Adam, and some of the other omegas. But the truth was that pack life was harsh because the laws made it so. The ranking hierarchy forced the alphas to evaluate their people based on their physical abilities. She wished that her pack had been as loving and welcoming as the sleuth. Even if Fayar didn’t show affection to Gloria as outwardly as Brynn and Acksel did, there was no denying that the two loved each other greatly. For Kammie, that was all that mattered.
Tonight they were going to the sacred cave, and in the morning the sleuth would celebrate their mating and welcome her as one of their own. They didn’t seem to care that she was a wolf or that her body was riddled with scars – they only cared that she and Row were mates and were happy. She’d only been in Oakville for a short while, and already it felt like home, which she attributed not only to the kindness of the bears but also her amazing mate.
She’d show him just how thankful she was…later.
* * * * *
Row wouldn’t let Kammie carry anything to the sacred cave. He carried the cooler containing their food, as well as a large pack on his back. Along with dishing about the sex in the romance novel, Alice’s friends had advised Kammie to wear something sexy under her clothes and to treat the sacred mating the way a human male and female would treat their wedding night. Kammie didn’t own anything remotely sexy, unfortunately, so she went a different direction. She hoped that Row would be pleased.
They neared the cave, and Row said, “Give me two minutes.” He handed Kammie a flashlight, because the sun was setting and the woods were growing dark.
He disappeared into the cave and she heard a lot of hurried movements. True to his word, he reappeared shortly and said, “I wish I could carry you inside the cave, but the entrance is too small for me to do that.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Only to you.”
She kissed him and gave him the flashlight. Going to her knees, she peered into the entrance of the cave. She had to crawl on her hands and knees for the first few feet. Row had set an electric candle where the tunnel turned sharply, and she followed more flickering candles for a little longer, before the tunnel opened up and she was able to stand in the rough-hewn chamber. The cave was circular, about ten feet across, with shelves hewn into the walls for supplies. Row had set electric candles on the shelves
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