DALTON POV
She finally stopped shifting. Her breathing slows, and her body goes soft against the pillow.
I don’t move. Not even a twitch.
I just sit there in the dark, watching her like a certified f*****g creep. Yeah, I’m self-aware. Sue me. But damn it, have you seen her? The way her lashes rest like black fans on her cheeks? The way her lips part just slightly when she’s relaxed, like she’s trying to say something even in her sleep?
It’s quiet. Peaceful.
And for the first time in hours, my wolf isn’t growling. He’s quiet too. Not calm, exactly—just… watchful. Like me. Like we’re both scared if we blink, she’ll vanish.
I lean my elbow on my knee, resting my chin on my hand, and allow myself to breathe her in.
Sweet. Wildflowers. Storms.
She’s chaos wrapped in silk. And I want her
