FAYE
I didn’t realize how exhausted Alexander truly was until I watched him fall asleep.
He had barely touched the bed after his bath when sleep pulled him under—heavy and immediate, like his body had simply shut down the moment it felt safe enough.
I had done my best—massaged the tension out of his shoulders, worked my fingers gently along the knots in his back, and let him lean into the quiet comfort I could offer. I couldn’t fight his battles or take away the weight of an entire pack balanced on his shoulders. But I could give him this—a few hours of peace in a world that kept trying to push him past his breaking point.
Now I lay beside him, fingers slipping lazily through his hair. It was softer than ever, warm from sleep, slightly damp from the earlier bath. He looked… younger lik
