DANE'S POV.

It had been six weeks since the full moon, two weeks since our heated argument, and six weeks since we last addressed the growing distance between us.

I was unsure of how to behave or what to hope for, but it seemed I had reached my limit.

She nestled even closer against me, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched her gradually wake up, a soft yawn escaping her lips.

“Good morning, my love,” I greeted her gently, my voice filled with warmth. She responded with a faint smile, her eyes still heavy with sleep, and instinctively drew even nearer to me.

I cherished these moments...