The night had draped the Gold Venom Pack's territory in tranquil silence, but Cassiel lay wide awake in his shared room with Dáinn. Restlessness gnawed at him, and thoughts of their ongoing investigations and the safety of the pack weighed heavily on his mind. He turned to look at his Alpha, who lay beside him, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern of slumber.
Unable to contain his worries any longer, Cassiel gently reached out and traced his fingers over Dáinn's strong jawline. He marvelled at the peace that graced his Alpha's features even in slumber, finding solace in the sight. But the unease continued to fester within him.
Cassiel's touch stirred Dáinn from his dreams, and he slowly opened his eyes, meeting Cassiel's gaze with warmth and concern. "Can't sleep, my love?" he whispered, his voice a comforting balm in the stillness of the night.
