Ivan
The lone-wolf refuge.
That's what Luke called his beach house. A joke he made up, but also a place where you didn't have to worry about the pack or responsibilities. Still, it was safe inside the territory, but few knew it existed. Those who did were sworn to secrecy. There was no chance anyone you knew would find it accidentally. Luke hired human companies to keep it clean and stock the fridge.
I knew the place would have everything we wanted when we got there.
Glancing beside me, I smile at how relaxed Nefera looks. She'd set her seat back, her arm under her neck and the other on her stomach. She didn't mean to fall asleep, but she'd dozed off almost immediately. That was fine, she needed the rest, and now that we weren't hiding anything between us, I could sense her emotions more clearly. She was happy.
