Third Person POV
The exhaustion hit Vaden the moment they stepped into the Alpha’s quarters. His shoulders, tense from the day’s strain, sagged slightly as the door closed behind them with a soft click. Sofia stood in the center of the room, her eyes scanning the space before she let out a deep sigh. The events of the day—injured warriors, the lingering scent of wolfsbane, the fear that had rippled through the pack—clung to them both like a heavy shroud.
Yet, even amid the weariness, Vaden couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her hair was a little disheveled, her cheeks flushed from hours of tending to the injured, and her soft lips pressed together in quiet determination. To him, she had never looked more radiant.
“Sit down, Sofia,” he said gently, stepping toward her. “You’ve been on y
