Wolf Six's Salvation

"How do you know that?" he asked. However, as he moved his fingers over the mark, he knew it was true.

She snuggled into his chest. "I just know. Besides," she started, looking back at the mirror. "Look at it! I think it looks sexy, like a tattoo."

Jackson looked over his bite mark closely. It was one of a kind, of that there could be no doubt. He wrapped his arms around her front, his hands crossing over her belly. She leaned back into his chest.

"Are you still interested in being with me?" he asked.

"Absolutely," she said.

"Despite the danger that might wait for us in the future?"

"Without a doubt."

He smiled. For the first time since that terrible day in Afghanistan, he had a family. He had a friend. He had his Fated One.