Rosina had woken up from the sunlight that shined into her eyes. She fluttered her eyelids and looked down at the man lying on her naked chest.
Draco was sleeping peacefully while hugging Rosina. His back was full of scratch marks from Rosina's nails after they made love last night.
A smile appeared on Rosina's lips. That moment felt surreal and comfortable, making her not want to wake up, but she needed to.
'What should I do?' Rosina said while staring at the ceiling. Since all her plans were thrown into the trash, she needed a new one.
Rosina didn't care about the crown or leading the whole Werewolf realm anymore. All she wanted was a peaceful life with Draco, but she knew that he would still be endangered if they decided to surrender from the war.
'I need to do this alone,' Rosina thought as a single tear dropped on the side. She knew what she needed to do, but she was worried about the outcome and its effects on Draco.
