Sylvia’s POV
The morning sunlight streamed through Caesar's bedroom windows, casting a warm glow across the tangled sheets. My body felt deliciously wrecked, a reminder of our passionate night together. I stretched languidly, feeling that sweet ache in muscles I'd forgotten I had.
"Good morning, my mate," Caesar's deep voice rumbled beside me. His dark eyes studied me with raw possession as he traced a finger along the curve of my neck where his mark stood like a brand against my skin.
My wolf, Charna, practically purred with satisfaction inside me. I could feel her slowly healing, growing stronger—maybe the day when I could reconnect with the pack wasn't so far away after all.
"Morning," I murmured, unable to wipe the grin off my face despite knowing I needed to get moving.
