When a wolf can’t let his guard down…
AXEL
Lemon had only been asleep in my arms for a few hours when the first vestiges of light hit our parted curtains. I hadn’t been able to sleep even with her so close. Something in the back of my head wouldn’t rest. I was exhausted, but there was this feeling in my gut that I had to stay alert. We weren’t in the pack or back in town; I had no support, leaving us vulnerable. I could handle myself, but it put Lemon at risk, which didn’t sit well with me.
She slept soundly against me, all of the ups and downs from our night erased from her face. I played with the ends of her long, dark hair. It was so soft. How did girls get their hair so soft?
Lemon wiggled and turned her head just enough for her hair to fall off her shoulder. A small, circular bru
