Chapter Twenty-One -Roots and Rings
The morning air in Pine Wood was crisp, carrying the scent of pine needles and damp earth. Evandra stretched as she stepped out into the pack house courtyard, where Osiris was already waiting—bare-chested, of course, with his axe slung over one shoulder as though he’d just stepped out of a saga.
“You wake later than the sun,” he teased, eyes twinkling.
She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Some of us don’t fall asleep like a log the moment our head hits the pillow.”
“Ah, but did you notice how peacefully you slept in my arms?” he shot back, striding toward her. “That’s what it means to have a proper mate. Tristan probably brooded all night and Lefu likely studied maps until dawn. But me? I make sure my Luna rests.”
She laughed, swatting at his arm. “You’r
