Stevie

I’m standing at the stove, wooden spoon in hand, the scent of roasted chicken and herbs filling the kitchen, when Sky elbows me lightly as he passes behind me to grab a plate. He’s taller than he was six months ago— his physique still all sharp angles and long limbs, but there’s strength woven onto his frame from and up that he still hasn't fully spoken about.

Despite this, he has proven himself to be kind and patient. He's never quick to retaliate and he is shy when complimented.

My Lycan hums at the sight, a quiet note of pride curling in my chest.

Ours, she murmurs. He’s thriving....