i am not your autumn moon

The comfort that Hawkeye seemed to think that Peregrine couldn't give, came from the one standing before her. Where Peregrine could not reassure her, this male could. Yes, her mate could be sweet, but Atticus somehow took that to an even deeper level.

And she wondered if she had made a mistake. She was always deciding things before she truly thought them out; was this one of them? Shouldn't her time with Peregrine been enough to show her what she wanted? Yet, she still did not know.

Key-lime orbs looked hesitantly into light blue eyes. A whimper stuck in Hawkeye's throat as she moved forward to lick under Atticus' chin, a sign of respect. A sign that she was his for the moment.