I lie there in his arms, feeling his comforting warmth envelop me, and stare at the black wing around us until I’m sure that he has drifted off to sleep. Then, I finally breathe the words that I was too proud to say earlier. “Thank you,” I whisper softly into the silent night. “And thank you for saving me from the wolfbear.” His chest rises and falls against my back as he continues sleeping. But then, right when I’m about to close my eyes as well, he replies. And his voice is the gentlest I’ve ever heard. “You’re welcome, little rebel.”
This whole scene is just so great 🥹
