Hansel’s Pov
It was a few days later when Feya seemed to get less timid and more confident in her actions, she wasn’t completely comfortable by any means but she was steadily getting their and for that reason I was as proud as hell of her.
Currently I was lying in bed with my mates’ head on my chest, my fingers lazily running through her curls as we had the TV on low in the background. It was the weekend so the pack was still half sleep other than the few that were patrolling. Normally when I wasn’t doing paperwork I tended to go with them to try and relax, but Feya was my main priority and I would always chose her first over everything else.
“What do you want to do today, sweetheart?” I asked her causally as she drew invisible patterns on my chest with her finger tips, her legs entwine
