Third Person's POV
Vanya's fever had just broken, and she felt light-headed and weak as she got out of bed.
Her cedar pheromones still carried the weakness of illness, causing her to lean forward unsteadily.
Theodore quickly supported her waist, and she instinctively grasped his arm.
Her fingers touched the taut muscles of his arm, warm with the unique strength of a werewolf.
They stood close enough to feel each other's heartbeats and breaths. Their pheromones intertwined in the air, carrying a subtle thrill.
Vanya pulled back, her cedar pheromones rippling with a hint of awkwardness. "Sorry, I almost lost my balance," she said.
"I've got you. You won't fall," Theodore replied in a deep voice. His onyx pheromones wrapped around her gently, exuding a soothing strength.
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