It takes a while for Clara’s bleary eyes to adjust to the darkness of Rohan’s room. The thick hanging curtains blocking out any sunlight, she’s lost all perception of time. His arm feels heavy around her torso and bare chest warm on her back. The feeling of his body encompassing hers calming, she can’t help but take in the deep scent of his silky bed sheets. Rohan’s breaths are long and deep, a tell tale sign he was still lost in the realm of dreams. Clara wonders, what would he dream of? His pack, the horror’s he has witnessed and committed? Maybe even his mate. Clara turns to face him slowly, not wishing to wake him. Taking in his playful features. It was unusual for Clara to see Rohan’s face so relaxed. He usually had a calculating look behind his eyes, and a mischievous hint to his smi
