Sera's POV
We had been lying here on the damp pine needles for nearly an hour.
The morning sun had shifted, casting long, warm shafts of light through the canopy overhead. Kane’s massive, dark brown frame was still curled solidly against my back, a furnace of absolute warmth anchoring me to the earth. His heavy chin rested right over my neck, his scent wrapping around me so completely that every lingering trace of cold from the ground had vanished.
It was absolute bliss. It was the safest I had felt in years.
And it was getting ridiculous.
Vera, please, I pleaded inside my own head, pushing against my wolf's stubborn, complacent mind. Get up. You can't do this every time.
I tried to force my limbs to move, willing my copper paws to push off the moss so we could at least stand up and
