Third Person's POV
The pine torches on the rock wall crackled and spat, casting interwoven shadows in the flickering firelight. The entire night was bathed in a warm, primal gold.
And wasn't their life ahead long enough?
The next morning, before 6. a. m., Ivy knocked outside.
The bedroom had an inner and outer chamber, separated by a velvet curtain.
At the knock, Lance and Adelaide sat up instantly—their wolf instincts ever-vigilant.
Adelaide, upon seeing Lance bare, froze before grabbing the velvet blanket to cover herself.
Her cheeks burned.
Lance, recalling the previous night, felt a pang of inexperience and avoided her gaze.
He slipped into his silk robe and cleared his throat. "I'll get up first. You... put on your robe. I'll call an omega in to help you dress."
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