NYRA
Later that evening.
I stood in front of the large TV, remote in my hand, flipping from one channel to another like I was searching for something that didn’t exist.
News. Music. A cooking show.
Some wolf documentary about pack territories in the north.
Nothing held me.
The city outside was alive. I could hear distant engines, a siren somewhere far away, wolves howling faintly from the edges of the city where the buildings thinned and instincts grew louder.
Inside?
It was boring and empty.
Jackson wasn’t home yet, and somehow the walls felt wider when he wasn’t around.
I kept pressing buttons until I landed on a romantic movie.
Two people kissing in the rain. Slow music. Soft lighting.
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest.
My eyes drifted to my phone on the table.
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