[Celeste]
Morning arrived slowly, the pale light filtering through the curtains signalling the start of another day. I had barely slept. Every nerve in my body was acutely aware of Ryder's warmth beneath me, the steady rise and fall of his chest pressing against my cheek.
After Ryder shifted back into human form early this morning, he had fallen into unconsciousness, his body limp but his breathing steady. Elvis had insisted I share body heat to keep him stable after his transformation. The memory of his curt yet concerned tone echoed in my mind, but he hadn't pressed me about the sudden burst of power that had sent him flying the night before. His only words before leaving us alone were that we'd discuss it once Ryder was better.
There wasn't time for questions. Ryder's life had been
