Lily’s eyes fluttered open, her vision adjusting to the dim morning light filtering through the curtains. A moment of confusion washed over her until she registered the warmth pressed against her back.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Zayn was sleeping beside her, his arm draped possessively over her waist. Their bodies fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces. Unlike before, Lily felt safe in Zayn’s arms. She had never felt that way with anyone else before.
Lily began to remember what happened before she lost consciousness. Zayn was carrying her despite his own injuries. She recalled how he’d declared to the pack that she was his Luna. That if they dared cut her, they would have to cut him too.
Lily turned her head slightly, studying his sleeping face. Without the hardened expression he usually wore, he looked younger, almost peaceful. A strand of dark hair had fallen across his forehead. Without thinking, she reached out, her fingers hovering inches from his face.
