Charlotte woke only a few hours later to find herself in the arms of Arron, his shallow breaths fanning her neck. Looking around she noticed the fire had been lit and Derik was nowhere to be seen. Trying to sit up and look around Arron arms instinctively tightened on Charlotte pulling her back into his body. A startled squeak left Charlotte, “where are you going princess?” A little smirk played on Arron’s face know he had caught her trying to escape. He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck before releasing her from his grip.
Sitting up Charlotte realised she had been clothed as she stretched her arms up and yawned. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turned to Arron who gaze hadn’t left her. “Where is Derik?”
“Hunting, he will be back soon.” Charlotte nodded at his answer as she stood and
