Cierra:
The first thing I noticed when I woke was the silence. No shouts, no clash of steel, no scrape of wolves against stone. Just the steady hush of morning wind and the ache in my chest that hadn't eased since the night before.
I pushed upright, hair sticking to the back of my neck. Sleep hadn't softened the memory of Dane's mouth on mine, or Dominic's fury after I pushed Dane away. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again—the desperation in one, the devotion in the other. Two claims were pulling at me until I didn't know where I stood.
But I was sure of one thing… Coffee. That would help.
The kitchen smelled faintly of roasted beans. I filled a mug and wrapped my hands around it, letting the steam burn against my palms. A sip scalded my tongue, bitter but grounding. I tried to
