"One more good move," she murmurs. It's easy to think about him. To look at him, to know how close he was to commanding this pack. She'd rather think about that then what just happened.

Just like that, she sees the darkness. Smells the blood. Hears the screams. Her throat feels raw from her own shouting.

"Then? You're going to be Alpha."

Rather than say anything about the bed, though, she sits up a little more and presses her lips against his jaw, dragging them down the curve of it slightly.