Olivera snuggled against Raul, burrowing against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"I'm so tired, Raul. I don't think I can stay awake. If anything momentous is happening, don't wake me up; just let me sleep through it." She mumbled, knowing that he would hear too.
She wasn't altogether certain if she had dreamt of their joining. If she really had taken his blood. Her mind felt hazy, her body so limp she couldn't move. She wanted to ask him if the conversion was really working, if it would spike up her wolf but she couldn't. Her tongue felt too heavy to talk. Deep within her, she bristled wondering if a Lycan's blood could create a baby wolf within her. It sounded so silly that she wanted to laugh, but she bit her lips instead, preferring to hope.
"Why did you say yes to me, Olivera?" Raul asker her, as he kissed her eyelids, the corners of her mouth.
