NARRATIVE POV
“Come down, mate. It is no longer safe to be up there. We need to go.” Sparrow looked up, and he forced himself not to shy away from her wandering eyes as he watched her take in his physical form.
Sure, he was naked, and his manhood was semi-aroused by her proximity to him and Arlo’s increasing desire to claim their mate, but he knew she wasn’t looking at that. Not entirely, anyway. No, she was taking in all his scars. His hideous body would disgust someone as perfect as her. But this wasn’t about him or his insecurities; it was about protecting the most precious thing to him—his mate.
“Why?” Raven asked, still holding onto the tree trunk above him.
“Why? Because we are out in the open and surrounded by more than you realize. They are watching us; they are waiting for the
