Clara had gotten used, since she had given birth, to always having her attention divided, half on whatever she was doing and half on her puppy, so most of the time she knew what she was doing or what was going on around her. So even though she was talking to the wolf just on the other side of the door she knew something had changed inside the room. And she quickly pulled back the cloth, her eyes widening in shock.

Dixon, her mate, was awake, sitting up in bed with his face turned to the side with his golden gaze fixed on the puppy. Clara didn't think about it, she barely swallowed dryly as she positioned herself in front of the puppy covering him with her body. HER body was tense, because before she was a mate, she was a mother, and her puppy came first, even if she had to face Dixon.

The wolf slowly raised his gaze until it rested on Clara's face and his eyes sparkled as his lips parted slightly.

-Sure- he almost blurted out in a whisper where she could almost hear his astonishment.