Cardan
I’m back here, in dad’s room.
The familiar sterile scent of disinfectant fills the room, but for once it doesn’t bother me in the least.
I feel better than I have in weeks, and this reminds me of my last visit, and the huge contrast between my mood then, when I’d been so tensed, on edge, like a ticking bomb waiting to blow up.
Now, I feel lighter, it’s like a huge load has been lifted off my chest, and I’m finally seeing things brightly for the first time in so long.
I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that release.
How badly my wolf needed it.
It was only a taste of her. And it fixed everything.
And I’m more than grateful for it, Natalia doesn’t owe me s**t, she didn’t have to do any of that. Yet the memory of her causes sparks to tingle at the base of my stomach.
