TUESDAY EVENING - ELEVEN DAYS AFTER TRANSFORMATION 8:30 PM
Eve found Damian in his study, sitting in his leather armchair, reading through pack reports by the firelight. He looked relaxed, almost peaceful...a rare sight given how intense everything had been lately.
"Hey," she said softly from the doorway.
Damian looked up, his expression softening immediately. "Hey yourself. Come here."
Eve crossed to him, and he pulled her into his lap, arranging her so she was straddling him, her head resting against his shoulder. It was intimate but not sexual....just closeness, connection, the comfort of being near each other.
"Rough day?" Damian asked, his hand stroking her hair gently.
"Not rough exactly," Eve said. "Just....a lot. The pack dynamics, the training with Elder Markov's texts, trying to understand my powers, feeling like everyone's watching me, waiting for me to either prove I'm a worthy Luna or prove I'm too dangerous to keep around."
