Tyson's POV:
There was finally something good about being me—something good about not being the one stuck in every meeting at the packhouse, not being the one responsible for training warriors at the crack of dawn. For once, I had an advantage. I could sleep in. I could stay wrapped in the warmth of our bed, keep Stella curled up against me, content and peaceful.
Mason had left before the sun even had the decency to rise, grumbling and growling his way out the door like the morning person he absolutely was not. His only consolation was the promise that he’d be back as soon as training was over, and I didn’t doubt that he would be counting down the minutes until he could return.
Jaxon had lasted a little longer, but a few hours later, he too had reluctantly kissed Stella’s forehead, runn
