C159 Misjudged

[Rosco’s POV]

Later, I sit with Denali as she hums softly to Serenity, who is fast asleep. Despite myself, I find my eyes traveling down to her tiny wrist, which holds the mark of the curse that is plaguing us, and before I can stop it, a growl is escaping me.

“Ssssshhhhh,” Denali whispers, giving me a look. “You’re going to wake her.”

“Sorry,” I sigh, snuggling up to Denali’s side