Sera's POV
We didn't leave our quarters for three days.
The pack, to their credit, left us completely alone. Trays of food appeared outside our door three times a day, delivered by some silent, respectful soul who never knocked or lingered. Fresh water was left for bathing. The fire was tended while we slept, though neither of us noticed the comings and goings.
The rest of the world faded away until there was only us—only this—only the endless, glorious discovery of each other.
We made love constantly.
In the bed, tangled in furs, the fire casting dancing shadows across our skin. By the hearth, the warmth of the flames echoing the heat between us. Against the wall, desperate and urgent, unable to wait another moment. In the bathing pool where the hot spring bubbled up from deep within
