Nestor's POV
It was 2 am when I glanced at the clock, the fifth day of our journey to the Sandstone pack. Maat was peacefully sleeping in my arms and I watched her beautiful caramel face, wondering if she will ever find peace with that piece of potato still alive.
'We should just kill him to keep our mate safe.' Zeuxis chimed in with an annoying growl.
'Yes, we should when we get the chance but our mate will have to be okay with it since it's her fight.' I replied, brushing my fingers on her soft cheek.
Zeuxis snorted and going back to sleep. She moved her eyes and opening them slowly.
"Hey, lovey." She said, leaning for a kiss.
"Hey, sweet love," I replied, kissing her soft lips back. This, right here, is what I want to do as I grow old. I said to myself.
"What are you thinki
