Atlas' POV
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Beach House, 3:35 Pm
"Ah," he sighed with satisfaction, walking away from the waves and sitting on a mat spread several meters away from it. A flick of his wrist manifested an umbrella over him while another brought a glass of a drink he made himself. "I'll rest here for a bit!"
Although he yelled, Silas and Celeste were still splashing in the water. The Beta had his strong arms wrapped around their mate's waist from behind, lifting her as she giggled and kicked.
Atlas found himself smiling.
Hours ago when Celeste revealed what was really happening to her, they'd almost let the tension consume them. Fortunately, they've found a way to add some normalcy—while awaiting uncertain doom.
"Dark sigils." He murmured, summoning a grimoire he kept in his room. Not just any grimoire either.
This was his gift for being one of the winners of the Blood Trials.
