ADINNA
The night is cool enough to sting my cheeks, the breeze brushing against my skin as though trying to soothe something deep inside me.
I sit in my usual spot on the far edge of the roof, legs folded beneath me, arms resting loosely around my knee, watching the moon. Its glow spills across the campus rooftops, illuminating everything in a quiet silver wash.
For the first time in days—maybe weeks—I feel calm.
Really genuinely calm.
No tugging from the bond. No clawing heat beneath my ribs. No incessant hum of emotions bleeding through from the boys. Just quiet. Just air. Just the moon.
My wolf is curled inside me, not asleep, but resting—her fur brushing the edges of my consciousness in a way that feels peaceful instead of chaotic. I exhale slowly, letting that rare sense of stil
