The night had settled softly over Nighthaven, its ancient towers glowing faintly in the moonlight. After the tension of the council meeting, Zoe found herself restless, her mind racing with thoughts of her family, her wolf, and the daunting future Ellara had hinted at. Needing an escape, she slipped out of her room, the stone halls cool and quiet under her bare feet.
She found herself in one of the castle courtyards, a hidden garden bathed in silver light. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of blooming jasmine. Zoe wandered to a bench near a gnarled oak tree, sitting down and letting the peace of the night wash over her.
“Couldn’t sleep either?”
She jumped at the voice, her wolf stirring briefly before she realized who it was. Dominic stepped into the light, his hands tucked in
