Zephyr
I have not slept badly in nine years.
That is not a boast. It is training. An Alpha who lies awake is an Alpha who makes slow decisions, and slow decisions bury wolves. So years ago I taught my body a simple rule. When I lie down, I sleep. Border wars, council disputes, blizzards, funerals. I lie down, I sleep. It has never failed.
At two in the morning, on the first night Wren Ashwood slept under my roof, I gave up and got out of bed.
The problem was not noise. The mansion was silent. The problem was not worry, the borders were quiet, the guard was doubled, and I had personally walked the east wall at sunset like a green sentry on his first post.
The problem was him.
My wolf would not lie down.
He had not lain down since the car. Since before the car. Since her scent had fil
