Clara wakes before Atticus, as her eyes flutter open, the room shrouded in darkness from the blackout curtains. Uncertain of the time, but she doesn’t mind. It means she can gaze at the smooth crevices of Atticus’ resting face. Unlike Rohan, he looks untroubled when he sleeps. Her mind begins to wander to last night’s events. Firstly, her supposed mate had abandoned her in a region she was unfamiliar with. He bounded away in his shifted form, leaving questions unanswered. It was clear however, Atticus and Creed did not see eye to eye. Whether it was Creed’s maturity and Atticus’ their lack of. Or a general mismatch of wolf and man. The dissonance between them made Clara and River uneasy, it seemed unnatural.
Secondly, once returning to her temporary home. Atticus didn’t seem remotely gen
