(Kieran POV)
She slept beside me like trust given physical form, her dark hair spread across pillows that had never held anyone else, her breathing steady with the particular rhythm that spoke of someone whose mind was finally at peace. One hand rested on my chest, palm warm against skin that no longer carried the constant tension of transformation held in check.
Even in sleep, she was beautiful in ways that went beyond mere physical attraction. The stubborn set of her jaw that had challenged my authority from the first night, the gentle curve of fingers that had touched my wolf form with wonder rather than revulsion, the rise and fall of breath that had become more necessary than my own.
She'd chosen this. Chosen me, chosen the pack, chosen a life that would never be simple or entirely
