Due to the whirlwind of conflicting emotions in her heart, Addison didn't even notice when sleep finally claimed her. As she drifted off, Zion sat quietly by her side, watching her with unreadable eyes hidden in the shadows of the night.
Before long, he gently pulled her into his arms, cradling her close. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent—a scent that wrapped around him like a lullaby.
For the first time since his days on the frontlines, Zion felt truly at peace. That warmth, that serenity... it pulled him into the deepest sleep he'd had in years.
When the two finally woke again, the sun was already high in the sky. Zion immediately sprang out of bed and began dressing, the weight of responsibility settling back onto his shoulders.
He had holed himself up with Addison for three days, neglecting his duties, and there were pressing matters that required his attention around the pack grounds.
