*Adrian’s POV*
The warm water pours into our bubble bath as clouds of steam rise to fill the room, the smell of roses is sweet, but not as sweet as my little mate who waits patiently on the white leather couch next to me. I find myself staring at her as her knees are pulled to her chest under the large shirt she is wearing. Her long dark hair falls to her waist in messy curls, what a contrast they are to her sparkling snow white wolf, I think to myself. Images of earlier flash through my mind ,with her massive white wolf tearing at her brother as she bites at his neck. It must be traumatizing for her, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. She stares blankly at the bubbles rising in the bath, probably going through those same images. She cared for him, even though he didn’t deserve it.
