The smell of breakfast was what woke her.
Not sunlight.
Not birds.
Not Ryan.
Food.
Shezayah's eyes opened slowly while the scent drifted through the cabin from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. For a few seconds she simply stared at the ceiling, disoriented by the fact that she had actually slept through the night.
No nightmares.
No monsters.
No earthquakes.
Just sleep.
The realization alone felt unusual.
Beside her, Ryan was already awake.
Of course he was.
Shezayah was beginning to suspect wolves had some secret competition to see who could wake up the earliest.
"You're staring at the ceiling pretty aggressively."
She turned her head toward him.
"You were supposed to still be asleep."
Ryan smirked.
"You were snoring."
"I absolutely was not."
"You absolutely were."
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