Aisha barely slept after the strange surge inside her chest.
Even when the sensation faded, it left a warm echo behind—an unfamiliar flutter running beneath her skin, as if something deep inside her had awakened and now refused to settle.
By the time morning light spilled across her blankets, she was already awake, staring at the ceiling with wide, unsettled eyes.
She felt… strange.
Warm.
Nervous.
Drawn toward something—toward someone.
Her hand drifted absently to her chest, feeling the steady thrum of her heartbeat. It was faster than usual, soft but insistent, like a quiet knock on a locked door.
“Why do I feel like this…?” she whispered to the empty room.
No nightmares.
No wolves.
No danger.
Just this quiet, persistent pull that made her breath catch every few minutes.
She
