Theodore's POV
The morning light streamed through our bedroom windows, but I had absolutely no desire to leave this sanctuary we had created over the past few days.
An urgent pack meeting demanded my attention, yet every fiber of my being rebelled against the idea.
"You cannot keep postponing this," Seraphine teased, her voice breathless as my lips found her neck once more.
"Says who?" I challenged, pressing my already hardened body against her soft curves. "Honeymoons exist for a reason. We could stay locked away for weeks and nobody would dare question it."
Her face flushed that delicious shade of pink I had grown addicted to. "Alpha Theodore, your pack needs leadership. Plus, you promised to speak with the Shaman."
The Shaman. Right. Those mysterious tattoos required answers, and something about the Eldermere ruins kept tugging at my consciousness like an invisible thread.
"I also want to meet everyone," she continued, though uncertainty colored her tone.
