We sat at the edge of the territory, where the forest met the cliffs and the night wind carried the scent of pine and salt. The pack house lights were far behind us, just faint golden dots in the distance. Out here, it felt like the world belonged only to us.
"Lewis," I said softly, leaning against his shoulder, "when we finally deal with whoever is threatening the pack… let's build a place in the mountains. Somewhere high. Just ours. We can go there on weekends, on holidays. No meetings. No warriors. Just us. What do you think?"
"Sure," he replied.
His answer was simple, but his arm tightened around me. That was enough.
"Then I'll focus on having a baby," I continued, tracing circles on his palm. "How many do you want? Boys or girls?"
He was quiet for a moment. The wind shifted, brushing his scent over me steady, controlled, Alpha even at rest.
"Either is fine," he said.
