The cave was drowning in silence. Fenri had finally dragged Sylvie away, her jealous screams fading into the dark tunnels. I lay on the bed, my body trembling. My jaw felt heavy and swollen from Sylvie's slap, and every breath I took sent a sharp sting through my ribs.
Deep inside my chest, I felt a strange pulse. It wasn't my heart. It felt like a tiny spark of light waking up in the dark. For my whole life, I was the weakgirl with no wolf. But now, I felt a small, golden warmth growing inside me.
My wolf. She seemed small, like a tiny grown in my soul, but she was there. And she was angry.
Suddenly, the air in the cave changed
The temperature plummeted. A thick, intoxicating scent flooded the room—the smell of a forest after a storm, of cold rain and mountain air. My heart skipped a
