She climbed back into bed, curling up on the other side of Uriel. The wolf's warmth radiated through the blankets, and she could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Within moments, Uriel was asleep.
His wolf form relaxed completely, his large chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths.
Lin Yue was still awake.
She couldn't just sleep after all that.
The room was a mess.
Blankets were tangled on the floor. The white noise tablet had been knocked off the bedside table.
A half‑empty bottle sat on the dresser, and clothes they had shed in desperation were scattered across the chair.
She slid out of bed carefully, not wanting to wake either of them, and began to tidy. She folded the blankets, placed them back on the bed. She picked up the tablet, set it on the table. She gathered the clothes, folded them, laid them over the chair. The quiet work soothed her frayed nerves.
