Danielle woke up early, before the house fully stirred. The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. She stretched, feeling the stiffness in her limbs from a night spent in a bed that wasn’t hers. The silence of the house was oddly comforting—no one else awake yet, no demands pressing in. Just the quiet, the kind she could almost breathe into.
She slipped out of bed, the cool wood of the floor greeting her bare feet. The house was still, and for a moment, she felt like she could disappear into it.
Her gaze drifted toward the hallway, and she froze when her eyes landed on the bathroom door. The door Alpha Emory had smashed open. She hadn’t seen it happen, but she knew it was because of her. The door had been destroyed, and the entire conf
