AARON POV
I woke up to the feeling of Amber’s unease rolling off her in waves. It wasn’t just in my head; it was there, pressing against me, making my wolf growl low in frustration. I hated it when she felt like this—tense, uncertain, like she was waiting for something bad to happen.
Alan and Alek must have felt it too, because the moment she stirred, we were all over her, trying to pull her out of that mood.
Alan had dragged her against his chest, murmuring something soft against her hair, while Alek had kissed her shoulder, his touch lingering as if willing her to relax. I had just watched her for a moment, studying the tiredness in her eyes before pressing a kiss to her temple.
“Come on, princess,” I had whispered, voice warm with promise. “We’ll make it a good day.”
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