Watching Mrs. Eriksen panic, I placed the bayberries back into the basket and let out a soft chuckle. "It's okay. There are only a few left. I'll finish soon." My voice stayed calm, even though the unease in my chest had not fully gone away.
After picking the fruits from the ends of the branches, I steadied myself by holding onto Ashton's head and said, "I'm done. Put me down." Ashton
Beside us, Mrs. Eriksen was still worried, clutching the basket as she spoke. "You young people are too daring. Don't you know how dangerous this is?" Mrs. Eriksen
Ashton's strength was steady and controlled, shaped by years of training within the pack's hierarchy. He held my waist firmly and carried me down with ease, his movements careful, almost instinctive, like he was always aware of my balance.
When my feet touched the ground, I noticed the faint sweat on his forehead. For a brief moment, I paused, then laughed lightly. "Why are you sweating? Am I that heavy?"
