Morning touched them gently as the calm soothing wind of the island brushes against their skins.
The first light slipped over the horizon like a soft hand, warming their faces,
Wren woke first, her lashes fluttering as she realized Hazel's body was still pressed firmly against hers, legs tangled, arms wrapped around her waist.
Hazel's breath was slow, warm, calm—something Wren hadn't heard in weeks. Finally she was no longer burning in heat.
For a long moment, Wren simply watched her. Hazel, safe, alive and tightly in her arms.
Hazel stirred, her eyes opening lazily. The moment she saw Wren's face, a tired smile stretched across her lips.
"Morning babe!" Hazel whispered.
Wren's heart softened.
But the peace lasted only until Hazel shifted, winced, and looked toward the dense forest beyond. It was all dark shade of green, just wilderness.
"We have to leave," Hazel murmured. "Before we got trapped here,it's not safe ."
Wren nodded reluctantly. "I know."
