ISLA
I was sitting on Gideon’s couch, wrapped in one of his shirts that I found in his bedroom, when I heard the front door open.
Every muscle in my body went rigid.
Kael had brought me here instead of my apartment. I insisted.
I had an overwhelming need to be somewhere that smelled like Gideon, somewhere that felt safe in the specific way his territory did. His building. His scent in the walls.
The particular cedar-and-storm quality that my wolf recognized as anchor even when my brain was still trying to catch up.
I should have been embarrassed by that. I had known him for less than a week.
I wasn’t embarrassed. I was just… desperate for solid ground.
I wanted to run to the door. Wanted to throw myself at Gideon the moment it opened and confirm with my hands and my eyes that he
