= Amara =
The pack parted quietly as Mikael reached for my hand.
His palm was warm. Firm. Certain.
We walked through the clearing together in silence.
The night air felt heavier somehow. Thicker with anticipation.
After that certain marking with me, of course, the night…doesn’t end there.
We were silent the entire time we were on our way back to his…cabin. And every steps we take, I couldn’t help but feel…a bit…nervous. And as soon as we reached the entrance of his cabin, I finally exhaled.
“Are you nervous?” he asked without looking at me.
I huffed softly. “Should I be?” I denied.
A corner of his mouth tilted upward. “That wasn’t an answer.”
I hesitated.
“Yes,” I admitted. “A little.”
He guided me inside and up the stairs. The house was quiet—intentionally cleared for the n
