The next evening, I decided to indulge in a long, hot bubble bath. The warmth of the water was soothing, and for once, I felt like I could breathe without the suffocating presence of Faruk. He was still gone, and the peace of his absence was something I reveled in. Finally, some space to think, to relax, to just be.
As I sank deeper into the bath, the scent of lavender filling the room, I felt Sky, my wolf, stirring within me. Her presence was a gentle hum in the back of my mind, one I was grateful for most of the time. But tonight, she seemed more restless than usual.
“You’re lying to yourself, Sasha”, Sky’s voice echoed in my mind, almost like a nudge. “You miss him”.
I frowned, squeezing my eyes shut. “Shut up, Sky. I don’t,” I whispered, though even I could hear the hesitation in my
