Garnt stirred from a deep slumber, his groggy eyes slowly adjusting to the faint morning light filtering through the curtains. But as he tried to sit up, he felt an unusual and heavy weight on his back. Confusion etched across his face, he twisted his neck around to see Maro, Garnt's loyal pet wolf, sitting comfortably on his back.
That, however, wasn't the only perplexing sight that met his bleary gaze.
Ayra and Unami, both looking rather angry, stood nearby, their expressions a stark contrast to the usual warmth they offered.
Garnt's heart skipped a beat as he tried to piece together the puzzle. His mind raced, wondering why his lovers were upset. He turned his head to the other side and then it all became clear. Ganna, naked and still sound asleep, lay beside him with a smile on her face.
Maro, sensing the impending storm, leapt off Garnt's back and scurried away, a subtle acknowledgement that things were about to escalate.
'Damn you, Maro!'
