Overcast skies hid the moon from view, but Sawyer could feel its allure. Every day the song became richer, a decadent vibration charging his soul, and calling to the wild thing growing inside him. He could only imagine how intense it would be at its brightest. Vibrant and alive, in the crisp November air, he was full of restless energy he’d taken out over and over on Jimmy’s seemingly limitless libido. His mate had not complained. Not even once.
Mate.
What a wonderful word. So much more