Chapter 40
The sun had barely kissed the horizon when I awoke, tangled in blankets and the lingering warmth of Dastien pressed against my side. My wolf stirred first, claws flexing under my skin, heartbeat hammering with the residue of last night’s adrenaline. Every fiber of me ached—not just from the fight, but from him, from the way his presence ignited something in my soul I hadn’t realized I craved so desperately. Dastien stirred, golden eyes opening to meet mine. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips, and my stomach flipped. “Morning, trouble,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep. “Morning,” I replied, trying to sound calm, failing miserably. My voice came out breathless, wolf growling softly beneath my ribs. “You okay?” he asked, shifting so he could look at me properly. His hand brushed my hair,
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