Twenty-Seven: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

With our bond stronger than before, I was getting small amounts of her emotions coming through. It was just enough that I could tell she was worrying and even panicking a little, but it wasn't consistent enough for me to understand what was going on in her head.

I wanted to comfort her, but I was exhausted. The most I could do was move to lay on the floor by her legs as she read a book to Maddie, resting my jaw on the top of her foot.

Every so often, I would regain consciousness, listen for a minute and take in a deep inhale to check for anything nearby, then fall back asleep. It wasn't until they were cooking dinner that I started to fully wake up.

When I had been training with my pack and even when I had been out running on my own after I left, I had never reached this level of exhaustion. Yet, I had little to no desire to sleep when my girls were nearby until today.

My drive and need to protect them were stronger