Chapter 23: Behind these Icy Eyes

Chapter 23: Behind these Icy Eyes

Mikalya’s P.O.V

The sound of wings resettling into feathery bodies woke me up from my sleep.

I opened my eyes to the faint light of dawn that was seeping in through the fabric of the tent. It took me a while to realize that it was Abhay’s warmth that surrounded me in a cocoon and not a blanket.

Any other time, my instincts would’ve been to get as far away from him as possible. I didn’t make connections, didn’t know how to keep them. This might in fact be the first time I’ve ever spent the night in a man’s arms. But the wolf recognized its mate. It felt sated and happy lying in its mate’s arms for the first time in a century, even though I knew I couldn’t stay.

Once again, my mind got distracted by the sound of ruffling feathers. Cautiously, I rose from the makeshift bed, careful not to wake Abhay and pulled up the zipper from one side of the tent, enough to take a peek outside.

Falcons. About a hundred of them. And they were surrounding the dunes arou