Final hour

Present

Huge and calloused werewolf-like hands gently stroke the silver hair strands of an androgynous beauty who was resting his head on the side of the bed while sleeping. His long eyelashes fluttered and his eyes gradually opened from the familiar touch.

"Good morning, my general," Frost whispered his sweet greetings in a voice thick with drowsiness. He smiled tenderly upon seeing his fated mate looking at him with worry.

"My brothers are here. Take a rest in the adjoining room for a while." Graves whispered back and leaned down to kiss his beloved's forehead while massaging his shoulders to ease his tired muscles.

Then, the general looked at the couple who were peacefully sleeping on the bed. "How are they?"

"Ngh! They are doing okay," Frost replied while yawning and stretching his body. "No abnormalities in their pulses and I still have three more blood supplies for the queen."