THIRD PERSON’S POV
Kael’s boots pressed noisily against the soil, crushing leaves beneath his feet as he walked through the forest, his very hairy large hands still cradling Lyra’s sleeping form against him. She let out a shaky breath, curled deeper into him, and settled back to sleep. His mind should have been on patrols, strategies to reinforce the security, and the inevitable questions from Alpha Gerald about his dead pack member, but all that filled his mind was her. His Lyra, His mate, and His Queen.
He didn't know what he would have done if he’d lost her tonight, if he’d ignored his gut feeling, or if he’d arrived a second too late.
He huffed, his breath becoming visible as it escaped his lungs and he continued down the path that led to the camp, taking another route so he could
