Zach
I woke up to Nicole's sleeping figure. Her chest rose and fell gently, her lips slightly parted, her hair a mess from our time at the spring earlier. She looked peaceful, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside me.
I should’ve felt at ease. She was right here, in my arms, where I wanted her. Where she belonged. But my wolf had other plans.
The urges were back—stronger this time.
I clenched my fists, trying to keep it together, but it was no use. The pull to shift was becoming unbearable. My wolf was clawing at the surface, desperate to take over, to run, to howl.
Quietly, I got out of bed, careful not to wake her. I grabbed my jeans from the floor and slipped them on before heading to the door.
The cool night air hit me as soon as I stepped outside. It did little to calm
