Titus’s POV
The world was quiet.
Usually, the world was loud. It was full of scratching noises…the Man’s thoughts, the Pack’s worries, the distant hum of enemies at the fence line. It was a cacophony of threats that kept my hackles raised and my teeth bared, pacing the iron bars of the mind, waiting for a fight.
But now?
Silence.
Beautiful, heavy, golden silence.
I lay in the center of the mind, not pacing, not snarling. I was sprawled out, belly against the floor, paws twitching in contentment. The cage door was open. The Man wasn’t trying to lock me away. He was sitting right beside me in the darkness, his hand resting on my fur.
We were one.
And outside, in the physical world, the air smelled like victory.
It was thick. It clogged the nose in the best way possible. Cedar. Moonf
