The world was cloaked in the soft embrace of night when consciousness reclaimed David. His chest bore the weight of a warm, yielding burden. His eyes flickered open to reveal Seraphina, a serene sculpture bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight.
Her raven hair fanned out like a dark halo, contrasting starkly with the porcelain perfection of her skin. A surge of protective instinct swept over him; this creature, once a foe, was now a delicate balance in his world. He needed to ensure her loyalty, to safeguard against any unforeseen betrayal.
With the utmost care, he gently dislodged her from his chest, her soft snores a lullaby in the quiet room. As he sat up, a silent summon escaped his lips, "Luna." A shimmer of darkness materialized at the foot of the bed, coalescing into the sleek form of the human Fenrir. Luna padded softly towards him, her sharp, golden eyes filled with silent inquiry.
