Riana stepped into her home and closed the door behind her.
The silence greeted her first… thick, heavy, unmistakably lonely.
For a long moment, she didn’t move. The house still smelled faintly of woodsmoke, clean soap, and something uniquely Raphael. It clung to the curtains, the couch, the corners of the room like a memory that refused to fade.
She exhaled slowly.
“I miss him,” she whispered before she could stop herself.
‘You do,’ Geena, her inner wolf said gently. ‘And don’t pretend you don’t.’
Riana rolled her eyes, though her chest tightened. “I didn’t ask for commentary.”
‘You didn’t need to. Your heart is practically howling.’
She dropped her bag onto the sofa and sank down beside it, pulling the old diary into her lap. The leather cover felt warm against
