-Elias Grayson:
I don't think I've ever seen him look this soft and happy before. So free and bubbly.
He's lying on his stomach in the middle of the bed, half sprawled across it like he finally allowed himself to relax. His chin rests on the pillow tucked beneath his chest, his arms wrapped around it loosely, fingers curled into the fabric.
He's smiling.
Not the sharp, knowing smirk that he usually has on his face.
Not the defensive one.
A real one.
He keeps breathing in, slow and deep, like he's memorizing something. And then I realize—he's smelling us. The pillow. Our scents. Mine and Sebastian's mixed into the fabric.
My heart does something stupid in my chest. Knowing that he isn't a wolf, yet finds peace in sniffing our scents just like we do with his and each other's.
