Without an alarm or buzzing phone to wake her after the exhausting night she’d spent with the Guardians, January slept late into the day. Beck rolled her drowsy body over at some point and made love to her with slow kisses and thorough hands, such a change from the urgent way they’d come together previously. As she stretched awake, the pleasure faded into something dream-like. Reality manifested in the logs that made up the ceiling of the cabin. Weak sunlight peeked through the occasional un-sealed seam, reminding her that a world still existed beyond the sex-scented sheets tangled around her. A world she didn’t really want to go back to. Beck spent the morning covering the terrain around the waterfall and river, carefully destroying any evidence of the activity at the Gate the night before. Ten werewolves in total had come through. Cleo reported two had died from their wounds while a third continued to fight for his life.
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