That night, Eric had a warm and peaceful sleep.
It was unknown what bet Michael had lost to Max, but he ended up taking the shift sleeping at the cave entrance.
The guy muttered some curses under his breath, transformed back into his Snow Wolf form, and struggled to maneuver in the cave space that had become somewhat cramped.
In the end, his large body lay blocking the cave entrance, becoming a living screen, preventing the cold wind from blowing in.
Max acted as if he didn't hear Michael's mumbling, his expression as calm as an undisturbed lake, but Eric keenly caught a fleeting, discreet amusement flash deep in his eyes.
An indescribable feeling rose in his heart.
Eric always felt there was something not quite right about the way these two were together, a strange relationship, like mortal enemies, yet also like inseparable soulmates...
