It was back.
I stumbled away from the mirror, one hand covering my mouth as I tried to steady my breath.
This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not now.
My lungs struggled for air, and panic clawed up my throat as I crumbled onto the floor.
My wolf.
She was stirring.
No… awakening.
Tears welled up in my eyes.
No. No. Not now.
I wasn’t ready. I was just getting used to being touched without flinching. To waking up without screaming. To sleeping without nightmares. I was just beginning to believe that I could be loved. That maybe, just maybe, I was more than what they did to me.
I was finally hoping.
And now this was threatening to rip it all apart.
Even when I couldn’t truly forget what I was…
It had always felt like a distant memory. A nightmare so far removed from my current li
