Caelan POV:
I carry Elara to a low-rising section of smooth stone, hidden unless you go searching for it, a place I know without doubt we couldn't be seen from anywhere else. My need for her is too strong to wait for our room, too insistent to be denied. After the tension of recent events, I welcome the desire as it closes the distance between necessary restraint and surrender.
I know no patrols would ever come here. The land itself resists easy access, not impossible, but somewhere you only reach if you mean to. It's a place I've come when I needed to think, when the weight of leadership pressed too hard and the pack instinctively stayed away.
My space.
Her eyes are heavy with want, darkened and unfocused, her body thrumming in my arms as she squirms against me, every movement sending
