Xin Feng looked at the half-grown cub cradled in his mate's arms and sighed softly, his gaze impossibly tender.
The wolf cub was curled up in Bai Wanwan's arms, breathing evenly. The wounds on its body had already scabbed over, though its ears would still twitch restlessly in its sleep from time to time.
She was humming a lullaby with a strange yet beautiful melody, her fingers gently combing through the cub's fur. Every so often, she would lower her head to kiss its forehead.
Xin Feng lifted the animal-skin blanket and silently lay down beside them.
The stone bed wasn't spacious, but he could always find the perfect spot.
A spot where he wouldn't crowd the cub, but could still pull his mate into his embrace.
The night wind seeped in through the cracks of the stone window, carrying the unique, damp scent of the forest.
Bai Wanwan leaned closer into his embrace, her voice soft with drowsiness. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
