{ "The future of the Omega wolves"}
WAVE'S POV
The house felt warmer than usual when we stepped inside, like the walls themselves had missed us. I was just hyper-aware of everything now. The scent of Spark still clung to the cushions. The feel of his hand against mine, grounding me when everything inside felt like it had just been rewritten. He helped me out of my coat, fingers lingering on my shoulders longer than necessary, and I leaned into the contact without thinking.
I did not pull away when he pressed a kiss to the nape of my neck. "Want tea?" he asked softly.
I nodded. "Only if you sit down with me after."
He gave a low chuckle. "Deal."