Amara's POV
I currently don’t have any idea what Lucian doing right now. My eyes were still closed, my body surrender completely to the warmth radiating from him. His breath brushed against my ear, steady and warm—it sent shivers down my spine.
But I gradually realized something odd. Lucian not moving. When I opened my eyes, turns out he fallen asleep. At first, I thought he’d be strong enough to handle the spiritual breathing training we had done together, but I’m not expecting to wear him out like this. Seeing the mighty King Lycan asleep beside me, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with mine, make my heart soften.
Remembering what Lucian explained to me at the ridge, maybe he’s right. The breathing ritual isn’t about strength or dominance—it’s about the heart, something Lucian,
