It was late morning, by the smell of it, something she was taught to detect before she even opened her eyes. She felt a presence behind her, with their hand on her hip as but when she rolled onto her back, they pulled away.
Stana yawned and stretched, the thin material of her gray t-shirt pulled up over her stomach to expose her skin as she reached up. It was a long, satisfying stretch as she pushed out from her fingers all the way down to her toes. She felt a hand on her skin, fingers gently poking and tickling her that she curled up and giggled, but not too loud since Rafe was snoring and the old man Alpha was still sleeping on his couch across the room. At least Shadow was awake, she thought, as she spotted the beta sitting at the table with Bree. Stana didn't want to get another kick to the damn shin just because she was zonked out so hard she was snorting as loud as Rafe.
Her laughter came out in short puffs of air through her nose, as she stifled the sounds that were threatening to come out at full blast. When her efforts to try and get him back were squashed, she gently smacked Carver on the arm and proceeded to curl up next to him on their bedroll. Her blue eyes opened, peeking up into his, and she smiled. "You just want me to get killed by those guys, don't you?"
She whispered, and jerked her neck in the direction of the sleeping beauties as she glared at him, playfully.
"Who? Me? Nahh..."
Carver just grinned, exposing some fang as he winked at his girl. It wouldn't have been the first time Carver played tricks on Stana to earn her a nice healthy backhand from Shadow or a shot from Mia, or a vulgar threat littered with colorful curse words from the Alpha. In fact, one of the first times he tried to screw with her was when they were training. That whole plan backfired and the two of them ended up fighting out in the fields... but just look at them now. He often told her that he was proud of her, and even now she was picking it up without him saying it out loud. Stana was getting a lot better at everything each day: Her fighting skills were being tested by Shadow and Tao, her aim with Bree and Rafe, and she and Mia exchanged spells and books every so often. Carver was also helping her with her communication (which was funny in itself, since Shadow and Jace often complained that com was his worst skill), and with tracking and investigation, showing her how to navigate even without the blessing and curse of garou abilities. Not to mention, the occasional spar to test her was thrilling as hell.
He pulled his good arm out to let her cuddle into him, his damaged arm settled on his chest as he held her there. The chance to lay out and not do a damn thing was helping the healing factor make work of the injury to his arm from Jon's, a couple of night's before. Carver wouldn't say it aloud but he couldn't stop thinking about that night and the images bothered the shit out of him. As mercenaries, kills, blood, broken bones, battered bodies weren't necessarily anything to weep over, but the sight of that shit wouldn't leave him alone. What he saw, the condition of the Devil, and then the horror of discovering the healer in a bloody heap outside of the crashed vehicle... He fucking knew that man. He knew that man was pack to the Alpha of the Order, her beta even, someone who had been kind to Carver regardless of what had gone down with the poison and the attack on the safehouse. But luckily for him, he didn't fall too far into his worries and thoughts, because the serene warmth of the woman beside him, and the soothing feeling of bliss filled him. Carver breathed that in, and relaxed.
Stana scooted closer and threw her arm over Carver's stomach, placing her head on his shoulder. Her fingertips gently swirled over the scarred patch of skin on his side, something that they both found comforting. The closeness. Other than a couple of teasing remarks from Rafe and Mia now and again, the pack didn't seem to mind them together. Comments about pathetic humans didn't faze her much since she was already at a loss for faith in her own kind as it was--so she fit right in and shrugged or nodded whenever those complaints and bitching came around. She wondered if her age ever bothered him, especially since she hadn't had much experience with boys, not even in school, and even though they hadn't had sex or anything yet (for which she was completely and utterly nervous about), Carver was still a sweet ol' bastard for putting up with her and her shit. She tilted her head down as she felt his lips on her forehead and she closed her eyes again, a happy sigh exhaled as she held him.
Her stomach grumbled so loud, she was sure Mia and Tao heard it from the other room. Her eyes widened.
Carver opened one eye and peeked down at her with a chuckle, "Need me to get up and fetch breakfast?"
He pulled her closer, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Embarrassed, she curled up into him, burying her face in his chest. Stana laughed, muffled by his body and clothing. "Just five more minutes."
He smiled, closing his eyes once more.
There were some trying moments that tested her faith in herself and some times that made her wonder if she made the right decision to leave the Order and join the garou. Of course, that plan blew up in her face, since the pack decided to stay with the resistance, but life here with this tight-knit crew showed her that there was still hope that people could care for her. They were a family, and she was a part of it. That made any doubt or regret fade away, and fast.