Alpha Bladen's POV
The sun had barely begun its slow descent when we left Bloodmoon. The afternoon sprung with a life I barely got the opportunity to see.
The air was thick with the remnants of last night. The heat and instinct with the kind of fragile calm that sat between two people unsure of what they were becoming.
Viana sat across from me in the carriage, her posture straight, her gaze trained out the window but every now and then, she stole a glance at me and each time our eyes met, a quiet memory flickered between us.
A soft touch, a whisper, a surrender neither of us had prepared for, yet, it did little to get Mia off my mind and even less to stop the agony my wolf faced every now and then. An agony I hoped to mask throughout this journey.
Fadrian, our Delta, noticed it too. H
