Sebastian went to their now-permanent home, her penthouse, the place they'd live together from now on without ever being separated the way they had been in the past. He climbed the stairs into the room they would now share every night, carefully laying his wife down on the bed and pulling the blanket over her, knowing she was far more prone to cold than the average she-wolf.
Once he had her settled comfortably, he sank to his knees beside the bed, resting his elbows on the mattress as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair delicately behind her ear. She must have been shaken by what had happened in Mooncreek, and he suspected she was already silently blaming herself for destroying what little remained of her parents' history.
