She had slept very well last night, stretching lazily and yawning as she sat up.
It was one of the best rests she'd had in a long while.
After the disastrous meeting last night, she hadn't wanted to remain at the Alpha's mansion. Aelen had convinced her to stay at the Packhouse instead, worried that something might happen to her alone in the dark.
Pulling back the covers, Selene slipped out of bed and padded to the window, parting the curtain to take in the view.
The first light of dawn spread across the horizon, bathing the town of Silverfen Pack in a soft, pale glow. The dark river that wound through the land shimmered slightly, and the tall pines stood proud, guarding the heart of the pack's territory.
Selene let her gaze linger, breathing in the familiarity of home. But when she turned from the window, Rhylen stood there.
Shirtless.
She strode across the room and slapped him, the sound cracking through the morning quiet.
"Ouch," he drawled, rubbing his cheek with a grin.
