Atlas woke up to the crackle of a dying fireplace and noticed the treehouse had gone dark, thanks to the flames being embers now. He stood up, stretching his body while scanning the building for the girls.
He quickly realized they were asleep, apart from Zena, who was sitting in her room. This caused him to teleport to the wolf woman's bedroom. The white-haired beauty turned to him with glowing yellow eyes.
''Hello, handsome,'' she purred as her tail swayed behind her. ''What brings you here?''
Atlas stood speechless, his gaze trailing slowly down the delicate nightgown that hugged Zena's alluring curves. His throat tightened as his eyes lingered on the way the material strained slightly, her full breasts pressed together, held captive by the gown.
'God, she's stunning,' he thought, a rush of desire clouding his mind.
