[Rosco’s POV]
Later, I sit with Denali as she hums softly to Serenity, who is fast asleep. Despite myself, I find my eyes traveling down to her tiny wrist, which holds the mark of the curse that is plaguing us, and before I can stop it, a growl is escaping me.
“Ssssshhhhh,” Denali whispers, giving me a look. “You’re going to wake her.”
“Sorry,” I sigh, snuggling up to Denali’s side. “I just wish I could be the one carrying that f*****g mark instead of Serenity.”
“I do as well.” Denali admits kissing me. “But I’m positive that you and the others will protect her with everything you’ve got.”
Nodding, I prepare to say that was exactly what I was intending, but stop as Denali’s phone begins to go off.
Frowning, I reach out and grab it, then pass it to Denali.
“Text message.” She murmurs
