𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 (𝟏) | 𝟏𝟖+

xxxvii. the hourglass.

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‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐄𝐒, all while the sun blinds through glass windows. Elowen nestles in closer against the heavily sleeping were-wyng, completely unphased by the war about to rage outside the palace walls.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Until, a knocking disturbs her from her sleep.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The noise hardly makes a sound against the wood, almost as if they didn't want to be heard. After last night, the were must know not to get in the way of their alpha and his mate. After their first round of mating, Morrow became extremely dominating, relentlessly so compared to their initial time. His stamina for her was unyielding, testing boundaries and contorting her so he could drive deeper. She hardly needs to move to know that she's sore down below.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Somehow, that same man cuddles next to her now, swaddling her in black wings, soundless in his dreams.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The knocking on his bedroom door comes again. She thought maybe Morrow would awaken due to his sensitive lycan hearing, but when next to her, he's asleep like a rock.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She strategically removes herself from his sheets, nearly tripping over her wobbly legs. On the floor, she manages to find his shirt, a fit that covers most of her frame to his much larger physique. The knocking persists, only this time, a little louder than before.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen swings the door open just a crack, only to find the unamused face of Thorn standing there with a platter of berries, oats, tea (most likely nightbloom) and to her surprise, powdered donuts.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"I didn't want to do this, but someone insisted I give you breakfast," Thorn grumbles, then nods over his shoulder. There, eagerly waiting with an elated grin on her cheeks, stands Cordea. Next to her leaning against the wall is Arion, who shakes his head. He also didn't want to interrupt the newfound mates so early in the morning. "Because the hound has the blight and I'm immune, I have to be the one to deliver this."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"Oh," Elowen blushes, peering between the corridor's occupants. "Um, thank you."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Cordea takes a step forward, still keeping her distance from the entryway. "How is Morrow? Is he alright? Gods, with the amount of noise both of you make I'm shocked you answered the door."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Arion groans. "Somedays, I hate how interconnected the pack is."

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Although no mind-link connects them all, the were all seem to have a sixth sense for their alpha. They know how his moods will turn, and last night... well, most were would know Morrow experienced the pleasures of his true eternal partner for the first time.

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Elowen's cheeks flush a raving red. "He's fine for now, but he's worried about the pack. Any word about the terrans?"

‎‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"They haven't attacked yet," Thorn answers. "Arion's been monitoring their positions. He thinks they'll strike before the full moon, and I have to agree. Alistair's not exactly true to his word. Fucking dick of a man he is."