Jessy’s pov :
The June sun filtered through the lace curtains of our Silverfang estate, casting dappled patterns on the hardwood floors as I paced the foyer. A month had slipped by since that sidewalk encounter outside Kingsley Company, where I'd begrudgingly admitted Cade Blackwood wasn't entirely annoying. Therapy sessions had peeled back more layers of my guarded heart, revealing how my past obsessions stemmed from a fear of vulnerability, Elias had been a safe, unattainable target, but Cade?
He was real, persistent, and dangerously close to cracking my walls. He'd texted daily: bad jokes ("Why did the alpha cross the road? To get to your heart."), invitations to coffee that I dodged with excuses about work or recovery. My internship had wrapped up two weeks ago, leaving me with
