Harper
By the time evening rolled around, I had showered, changed, and spent an embarrassingly long time staring at my reflection, trying to decide whether I looked like someone who belonged on a date.
Not a training session.
Not a pack dinner.
Not a supernatural crisis.
Just a normal date.
It felt strange, almost unfamiliar, but in a good way. Exciting, even.
I settled on fitted jeans, boots, and a soft top that made me feel confident without looking like I had tried too hard. I brushed my hair out and added a little mascara, then stepped back to assess the final result.
Clawed watched the entire process from my bed like a silent judge.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered. “I’m allowed to have a life.”
He blinked slowly, which I chose to interpret as approval.
Luca was wai
