Queen Elise
The night I felt my wolf stir again was one I would never forget.
It began with the faintest whisper something deep within me shifting after years of silence.
For so long, I had believed that part of me was gone forever, buried with my mate.
I had accepted it, mourned it, and built my life around that loss.
My wolf had been my strength once, but after his death… she had faded into the shadows of my soul, refusing to respond no matter how much I called.
But last night, when Caleb’s hand brushed against mine, she had stirred.
A low growl of recognition had rippled through me, followed by a warmth so foreign that I nearly lost my composure.
For a brief, frightening second, my heart raced like it hadn’t in decades.
I had to dismiss him quickly, afraid that if I staye
