The manor’s indoor pool is a *haven*—the water *glows* under the moonlight filtering through the skylight, the scent of *chlorine* and *wet stone* mixing with the *musky* perfume of the pack. Steam *curls* off the surface, *hazy* and *dreamlike*, as I sink into the heat, my body *floating*, my mind *finally* quiet after the chaos of the last few days.
The pack *lounges* around the edge—Knox with his dark eyes *closed*, his massive frame *sprawled* on the tile like a *king* at rest; Zane with his gray eyes *cold*, his posture *rigid* even in relaxation, a *towel* draped over his lap; Micah *floating* on his back, his brown eyes *gleaming* with mischief; Cole *reading* some ancient text, his green eyes *dark* with concentration.
Jax is the only one in the water with me, his gray eyes *wild
