RION
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the most breathtaking sight in the world.
Vivien's hazel eyes, warm gold flickering in their depths, were inches from mine, sparkling like morning light over still water. She smiled softly.
"I prepared us breakfast," she murmured, kissing the tip of my nose.
I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring her scent.
When I pulled her closer, she squeaked softly and ended up sprawled across my chest, her hair like a cloud of black silk around us. She giggled, and I swear the sound alone could resurrect me from death.
The war was over.
Vivien and I had fought for the peaceful life we dreamed of. When the Alpha King of the Arysian wolves fell, his surviving warriors fled back to their continent, too broken to continue a fight that no longer had a purpose.
