Sam’s POV, the morning after he saw Celeste in the village:
When Peter joins me, I’m lost in my thoughts. I often eat breakfast alone, needing to ground myself for another day without my mates. I need the solitude to deal with my emotions and focus on my bonds with Rory and Angel. More often than not, they leave me to myself, so I’m surprised when the youngest of my soldiers seeks me out.
Peter says nothing and doesn’t eat from his bowl. He’s lost somewhere, too. I don’t mind sharing the boulder as my mind drifts again. Something about him doesn’t let me slip away too easily. He’s been agitated and restless ever since we arrived in the village.
Last night, he could not rest, just like I was. More often than not, we exchanged glances from our sleeping pallets. He was already up when I ga
