The morning sun struggled to pierce through the thick ice windows of the North Tower, casting a pale, diffused blue light across the massive four-poster bed.
Judas was awake. He had been awake for twenty minutes, paralyzed by the sheer weight of the bodies pinning him to the mattress.
On his chest lay Seraphina, drooling slightly, her arms locked around his waist in a vice grip.
To his right, Ezra breathed rhythmically, her hand resting possessively on his shoulder.
To his left, Nina was sprawled out, her foot twitching as she chased imaginary rabbits in her dreams. Summer was above his head, while Nyx was nowwhere to seen.
"Wake up," Judas groaned aloud.
One by one, the harem stirred.
Nina yawned, her wolf ears popping up first. "Breakfast?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
"Meat," Summer's voice came from the pillow above Judas's head. "I need blood. The cold makes me hungry."
Ezra opened her eyes. They were violet, clear, and sharp. \
