For once, Ronan was the one calling Elias to insist they needed to get back to the pack. If it were a normal weekend, he wouldn’t care. In fact, he would have happily spent the whole night curled up with Sam in his arms, her breathing peaceful and even, the soft warmth of her body pressed against his.
But it was Tuesday.
Well, at this point, technically Wednesday.
And there were duties to attend to back at the pack.
The hotel room was dim, lit only by the faint orange glow leaking in through the curtains from the streetlights outside. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 4:02 a.m., its blue numbers harsh against the darkness.
“What?” Elias grumbled into the phone when he finally picked up, his voice thick with sleep.
“We need to get back,” Ronan said quietly as he sat down in
