{"For evil to flourish, it only requires good men to do nothing."}
FRERY'S POV
The soft glow of dawn seeped through the crevices of the Haven Cave, casting golden streaks along the stone walls. The air was crisp, carrying the distant scent of the sea and the faint hum of life beyond the cave's entrance.
I stirred first, my senses waking before my body. The weight beside me was warm, steady—undeniably him. Tor. A slow smile tugged at my lips as I turned my head, taking in the sight of my mate. His dark hair was tousled, his strong features softened by sleep. For all his ferocity as Alpha, here, in the quiet embrace of morning, he was just mine. I shifted slightly, my fingers trailing along his bare chest, feeling the slow rise and fall of his breath. He stirred, a low rumble escaping his throat before his golden eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine.
"Watching me again?" His voice was thick with sleep, teasing yet laced with warmth.
I smirked. "You make it easy."