Dahlia.
The mountain of books on the table loomed over me like an overzealous librarian’s revenge. Werewolves and Lycans had their quirks, sure, but did they really warrant this much reading material? If there was a magical way to absorb all this knowledge—like osmosis but with zero effort—I’d sign up in a heartbeat. With a dramatic flop of my hands on the table, I declared the study session officially over. Tomorrow, I'd tackle the books. Or at least, I’d lie to myself about it again.
The library lights blinked off behind me as I wandered into the dining room. My husband was there, leaning against the counter and sipping water like it was the elixir of life. My gaze trailed over him, lingering longer than usual. Would I ever see him shift? The idea of him turning into a hulking wolf was
