WILLOW'S POV.
Warmth.
That was the first thing I felt.
A steady warmth pressed against my back, an arm resting just above my hip, a slow heartbeat tapping gently against my spine.
For a split second, still heavy with sleep, I nuzzled closer.
And then… memory hit.
The kiss.
The nightmare.
Atlas — here.
My whole body went rigid.
Holy Moon Goddess…
His arm tightened instinctively, like his wolf sensed the shift before his mind did. His breath brushed the back of my neck—slow and content… and far too intimate.
This was bad.
Very, very bad.
My walls shot up in a panic, clawing their way back into place. I cleared my throat and shifted away from him, trying to break free from his hold without making it obvious I was escaping.
Atlas stirred, a sleepy rumble in his chest. “Good morn
