Kael'S POV
The fire glows faintly in the darkness, softly illuminating Elara’s sleeping form. She is curled on her side with Luna pressed against her chest, her expression defenseless. She’s not at all worried about being around me, the most dangerous of predators. I don’t know whether to call that foolish or brave, but she has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever.
She moves in her sleep as if seeking heat, and when her head finds my thigh, she pulls herself up onto it, mumbling something incoherently. Watching her use my thigh as a pillow should enrage me, but instead, I adjust my position to accommodate her.
If anyone were to see me like this, I would have to rip their head off.
I can feel it once she’s back in a deep and restful sleep. My wolf rumbles in appreciation, but my eye
