A Dorm With My Alpha Mate
That was a professional operation.
I left the archives, my mind churning. The first hints of dawn were bleeding into the sky, staining it a pale, watery grey. I found myself at the edge of the training grounds, looking out at the forest that had nearly been her tomb. The memory of her trembling in that cave, of the trust in her eyes when I tended her wounds, was a brand on my soul. I had never felt fear like I had in those woods. It was a cold, clarifying terror. The fear of loss.
A sound, soft as a whisper, came from behind me. I turned, my body instantly coiling, ready for a threat.