Chapter Twenty-Seven
Sage's POV
I woke up happy.
This was suspicious.
I am not, by nature or by training or by any quality developed over thirty years of existing in this particular body, a person who wakes up happy. I usually wake up alert. Operational. I wake up with the immediate catalog of current complications and pending threats that has been my morning routine since the Council first put me to work, teaching me that mornings were for preparation rather than comfort.
I had not woken up happy then and had not woken up happy since. The fading light from the window hinted that it was either dusk or dawn. Hopefully it was the former; there were too many things needing to be done for the pack’s Alpha to be allowed to sleep a whole day, broken ribs be damned.
I was waking up happy n
