C317 Adrian said… Salvatore

A few days later…

On a quiet evening, Amara sat on a thick mat under the tall trees, her back resting gently against Rowan’s chest. His arms were wrapped around her as if he never wanted to let go.

Vaughn was sitting in front of them, holding a white tiger cub in his lap. The cub purred softly, curling into Vaughn’s warmth like it belonged there.

“Daddy, he’s sleeping,” Vaughn said