Violet
I stepped out of the bathing room, still wrapped in a towel, and froze.
Rowan was sprawled across the bed in a loose robe, and he was fast asleep.
His large frame took up most of the bed. One arm flung across the space where I was meant to sleep, and his head was turned to the side.
I stood there, water still dripping from my hair, staring at him.
When we had arrived at the pack Alpha's lodge earlier that evening, the chaos had been immediate. The Alpha, a broad-shouldered man with greying temples and kind eyes, had opened the door expecting ordinary travellers. The look on his face when he recognized Rowan had been almost comical, a rapid shift from polite welcome to stunned disbelief to barely concealed panic.
His wife had nearly dropped whatever she was holding.
And then there were the children.
Seven of them.
