Sammy POV
We lay there under the stars.
No sound but our breathing. No movement but the lazy rise and fall of our chests.
The night was deep and quiet, the kind of quiet that doesn’t press but wraps around you like a second blanket. The thick wool we were lying on still smelled faintly of the forest, of pine and cold earth, and beneath that, of him. His scent was everywhere now surrounding me and lulling Tabitha into sleep.
I had my palm pressed to his chest. He didn’t move it, didn’t even flinch, just let me rest there, skin against skin. His heartbeat thundered under my hand, slow and heavy, like the earth itself moving. I didn’t even have to look up to know his eyes were on me. I could feel it — the weight of his gaze, the way his wolf’s attention hummed under my skin like static.
