Damien's head throbbed, his consciousness muddled, but a faint jingle of bells cut through the haze, stirring memories like an unseen hand. His mind drifted back to that sweltering summer, cicadas buzzing, a soft breeze brushing the air.
He'd paused mid-step on his way back to the classroom from the library. There, bathed in sunlight, sat a slender figure in green perched on a desk. Samantha. The bells on her ankle swayed with her movements, their crisp chime like a breeze made sound.
"Samantha, I saw Chloe writing a love letter to Damien yesterday," a she-wolf beside her whispered, dishing gossip.
Samantha snorted. "Don't talk to me about her. She's annoying as hell."
Her hand paused mid-nail polish application, and she raised an eyebrow. "Wait, who? Damien? The Voss pack heir?"
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