27-DREAMER
By the time I reached my room, my bones felt like they’d been hollowed out and filled with someone else’s heartbeat. My body didn’t hurt, not exactly. But there was a heaviness in my limbs, a residual warmth in my blood, and a tiredness so deep it didn’t feel like any nap could fix it. I closed the door behind me and leaned my forehead against the wood, breathing shallowly. He didn’t want me. The wolf did. The council didn’t know what I was. And the bond was not going away. “Okay,” I whispered to the empty room. “If he doesn’t want me, I can work with that. I can stay out of his way. Do my job. Keep this…whatever it is…quiet.” The bond pulsed once, as if skeptical. I pushed off the door and made my way to the bed, every step feeling heavier than it should. Sliding under the covers, I tu
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