I didn't sleep, but by the time a few minutes had passed and I'd roused myself enough to pay attention to anything but the drift of my own half-formed thoughts, the room had darkened, the window a black square reflecting the ambient glow of the light we'd left on in the bathroom.
To my werewolf eyes, there was more than enough light to see by, even fine details.
Gods only knew what Calder could see. Alpha vision sharpened when their eyes took on that glow of magic, their inherent power intensifying at the same time.
He could probably see in what an average shifter would consider pitch-black.
I wiggled around, turning myself in his arms, trying to pull back a little.
He allowed it, removing his arm from over my waist.
I settled on my side with a foot or so separating our faces. He regarded me calmly out of half-lidded eyes, a predator at rest, like one of those big cats sunning on top of a rock in a nature documentary.
