Sera's POV
I woke to the feeling of being watched.
The room was dark—the fire had burned low, leaving only embers that cast long shadows across the walls. Draven's arm was heavy around my waist, his breath warm against my shoulder, his body a solid wall of heat at my back. Safe. Protected.
But the feeling wouldn't leave.
I lay still, listening. The den was quiet—the deep, settled quiet of sleeping wolves. No footsteps in the tunnels. No voices. Nothing but the crackle of dying embers and Draven's steady heartbeat beneath my ear.
And yet.
I eased out from under his arm, moving slowly, carefully. He stirred but didn't wake—the deep sleep of a wolf who'd finally stopped guarding after three centuries. I pulled on his discarded shirt—it fell to my thighs, smelled like him, made me feel w
