The loud thump of Annie's boots on the hardwood floor signaled her arrival even before her fragrance, a rich mix of pine and lavender, filled the space. Cecilia glanced up from her position by the hearth, where the dancing firelight scarcely mirrored the chaos within her eyes. The wolf inside her stirred, anxious and restless, mirroring the discomfort that filled her chest.
"Cecilia," Annie's voice sliced through the air, a firm tone that allowed for no foolishness. Her wolf was near the surface, evident in the intensity of her stare and the rigidity of her stance. "What is this surprising news you were telling me about on the phone?" "Your voice seemed strange, yet you never shared the complete tale."
Cecilia took a deep breath, the aroma of burning wood combining with Annie's presenc
