Third person pov:
Lucien lay on the roof with one arm folded under his head, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts that snuggled his ass perfectly.
As always, Giana was on his mind.
With his skills, he could easily be accepted at an academy where he could apply for a head warrior position. He wanted to prove himself worthy of the girl he loved.
She was intelligent and was the future beta of the pack. He wanted to support her in every decision she made.
While staring at the stars above, he heard a sound. A soft scrape and a muffled grunt.
With a frown, he turned his head and saw her trying to climb up, "Giana?" He quickly bolted up.
Her breathless voice came from below, "Help me before I fall!"
With a cocky grin, he scrambled to the edge where she was halfway up the slanted roof. Her thick hair was messy, and her knee-length floral frock got caught on a loose tile.
He laughed, reaching down, "What are you? A squirrel?"
