My wolf met my gaze, her expression unreadable. “Not if you stop fighting your instincts.”
She took another step closer, her body towering over me as she spoke in a low growl. “Have you noticed the changes in yourself?”
“Changes?” I shot back sarcastically. “You mean besides my whole sense of self being ripped apart?”
A soft growl escaped her throat, but she didn’t seem angry—just patient, like she was waiting for me to catch up. “I’m saying don’t get stuck on the small details. Focus on the bigger picture. Try to adapt, Nyx. Stop fighting your natural instincts. It’ll only make things harder.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died in my throat. Part of me knew she was right. I had been resisting every step of the way, clinging to my old life, my old self. But this wasn’t goin
