That evening's dinner passed within the comforting warmth of the hearth, the savory aroma of stir-fried dried fish with radishes still lingering on their tongues. Outside, the snow continued to fall relentlessly, blanketing the roof, the fences, and even Asher's morning footprints in the yard with another layer of pristine white.
Yet inside the small stone house, everything remained profoundly peaceful. After finishing the dishes, Ewan deliberately kept his hands cold just to press them against Asher's cheeks, startling the man who was in the middle of mending a net. The Alpha could only shake his head with a low chuckle, pulling Ewan down to sit beside him as the two of them leaned against one another, listening to the wind howling across the porch.
By the following morning, the snow had suddenly ceased. Asher mentioned that because the onset of winter was still unstable, the snowfall would intermittently start and stop just like this.
