AYLA’S POV
My hands shook uncontrollably as I dialed the number, thumb hovering over the call button like it weighed a thousand pounds. My chest felt tight, heavy, as if someone had packed it with stones, and each breath was a struggle, dragging through me like lead. My stomach coiled in a way that made me want to throw up, a twisting, sinking sensation, as though I was stepping into quicksand, each second pulling me deeper into fear I could barely control.
“You… you have to come over,” I said when he picked up, my voice trembling despite my desperate attempt at calm. “It’s… important.”
I could hear the smirk in his tone over the line. “Finally seeing sense, Ayla? I was starting to think you’d never realize I’m the one for you.”
My pulse slammed in my throat, and my wolf stirred, growl
