Caleb’s warmth still burned against me, his breathing uneven as he held me close, our bare bodies tangled in the sheets. My skin felt alive, humming with the aftershocks of what we had just shared—a fire that had consumed us both, leaving me breathless and, for the first time since Moon’s Fang, making me feel whole again. Clarisa, my wolf, was silent in my mind—not with the restless unease she’d carried since Ethan’s betrayal, but with a soft hum of contentment, as if she too had found comfort in Caleb’s touch.
His fingers traced lazy circles along my back, and I rested my cheek on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. For a moment, I could almost believe I was just Hilda—the Alpha nurse starting over in Silver Creek—not Nellie, the broken omega running from her past.
But
