Chapter Twenty-Six
The early morning sun broke through the windows. A light breeze shifted the blinds. The rays moved up and down Pierce’s face. The rising sun was the closest thing he’d had to an alarm clock since he’d been living in the valley. His wolf had roused before the first ray had risen high enough to reach the sill of the bedroom window.
It was man and wolf’s favorite time of the day. Viviane slept peacefully in the cradle of his arms. The scent of the morning dew on the endless blades of grass wafted in through the window. The soft bleating of the sheep perked his ears.
Pierce shifted in the bed. There was a crick in his neck from sleeping awkwardly. Each night the bed pillows would wind up on the floor. His bicep, or his chest, and once the top of his head, were substituted
