It was late afternoon when I woke up and found myself tangled up in Prince Ulysses’ arms. I felt his body freeze as my groggy voice rose above his head. “Have you always been sleeping like this?”
He disentangled himself from my arms and sat on the bed in embarrassment.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“You were wrapped around me the entire night,” I teased him.
“I haven't had a good night's sleep in days.” He was defending himself.
I remained silent as I watched him get off the bed and walk into the bathroom. Looking at the wall clock, it was already 4 p.m. We slept the whole day. My body was relaxed and my Lycan wolf purred.
‘What are you so happy about?’ I complained.
‘He smells nice,’ my wolf responded. ‘He belongs to us.’
‘Fine, fine,’ I conceded. ‘Have you ever smelled anything like the Lycan we encountered in the forest?’
‘Your father's Lycan wolf has an almost similar smell,’ my wolf responded.
‘Really? How about its power?’