Vivian's grip tightened on her phone upon hearing the recognizable voice on the other end.
Lancelot.
His rich, assured voice flowed from the speaker, bringing forth long-buried memories. Memories she had concealed. Recollections she wished to keep buried.
"Vivian," his tone was silky, playful. "That's my baby girl."
Her jaw tightened. "You better stop addressing me by that name, Lancelot."
He laughed softly, understandingly, the sound full of mirth. "Do you recall the past days?" When are you unable to rest at night without hearing my voice? "Without my phone call?"
Vivian took a quick breath, her nostrils widening. Her wolf tensed at the noise of him, an ancient instinct awakening within her. He had previously been a phantom that adhered to her, a murmur she couldn't dispel. H
