After Leo told their mother to go home and get some rest, he slid into her ward and sat on the stool beside her.
Her face looked peaceful in sleep, the moonlight casting a pale glow on her skin.
The full moon was coming soon.
“You shouldn’t be enjoying rest right now, after flipping my whole damn world,” he whispered but couldn’t stop himself from staring at her. His sleeping mate. His wolf growled—the monsters pushed at their restraint, calling out to her.
Everything was f*****g calling out to her.
Damn her.
Amara ruffled and turned in her sleep, and Leo shot forward to keep her from falling before his brain could even process what was happening.
The sudden movement jolted her awake. “Ouch,” she groaned sleepily.
Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused for a moment before meeting his.
