Elliot nodded. "Yeah, I sent her to check if you needed help, but she came back pretty quick."
Alpha Gideon leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought.
The next morning, I woke early.
Camilla was still asleep, so I headed to the hotel restaurant for breakfast.
Last night's tiny yacht cake hadn't cut it—I'd been starving by 4 a.m., tempted to hunt down a snack.
With time to kill after eating, I wandered the hotel.
It had a nostalgic vibe, its tropical gardens bursting with life.
Tall palms rustled in the breeze, and standing beneath them, I closed my eyes, letting sunlight filter through the leaves onto my face.
The morning breeze was gentle, my breaths filled with the fresh scent of greenery.
Look at this world—so vibrant, alive, fresh.
It doesn't dim just because some wolf or love
