Cora
The ghost of Kingston’s scent still clung faintly to my skin, and I could recall it all vividly every time I closed my eyes. As I went about my morning, the echo of my wolf’s voice haunted me as well, fragile, tentative, and gone far too soon.
I rushed through my routine in a haze, replaying her whisper over and over. Those few words had sliced through me like a lightning strike, illuminating everything and nothing all at once.
I barely remembered the commute to work. At my desk, I tried to ground myself. Kingston wasn’t in yet. Probably smart, considering what happened last night.
The things I’d said under the influence of Daisy’s drug—the confession I couldn’t take back—had cracked something wide open between us. And after what followed… God.
But that all paled in compari
