Laura wondered mutely if they should call in anyone to join, a slave or two perhaps, because the bed still felt empty, but it wouldn't be the same. All three of them fit together right now with a want to be here, and a shared understanding of how they were feeling. Only another wolf would understand that, and Laura briefly considered how she should turn some of the loyalist slaves, make them completely family, but she quickly rejected the idea to herself, feeling dislodged as Derek moved.
She murmured restlessly, using her senses to find a new position, and she curled against Isaac's neck now, pressing butterfly kisses onto his collar bone, and whimpering, content.