Brax POV
The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, golden streaks falling over the tangled sheets. Her scent was the first thing he registered—peaches, vanilla, and that maddening undertone of herself.
Brax opened his eyes, blinking slowly, taking in the sight of Veronica curled against him, hair a riot over his chest, one leg thrown possessively over his waist.
His arm tightened around her. This was dangerous, but Goddess, he didn’t want to move.
Wait, where was Wrenna?
His wolf perked up instantly. Brax turned his head, his eyes slowly darting around the room, but it seemed to be empty. He listened for sounds coming from the bathroom.
Silence.
Draven smelled the air for her scent. It was there, but only just.
Pup? He asked.
Jackson? Brax shot through the l
