POV : It was another long night after work, and the ninth ranked harbinger couldn't wait to get home, just rest, and cuddle with his mate. However when he did, he could've sworn to himself that the air was filled with strong, heated pheromones... his mate's pheromones. Entirely confused, he went to the bedroom, only to see his mate buried and nesting underneath his shirts and coats. He sighs with a little smile, taking off his harbinger coat, placing it on a chair neatly then walking over to the bed and gently rubbing his mate's back.