Elara's POV
I had a scientific explanation for it.
I always had.
I had spent five years sharing a bed with the most powerful Alpha in the country. Five years surrounded by Pack rhythms, lunar cycles, and the biology of beings whose bodies followed rules entirely different from mine.
That kind of exposure was bound to leave traces.
That was all.
The human body adapted.
It learned the patterns around it. Sometimes, it even began to copy them, the way couples who had been together for years could start breathing in sync without realizing it.
I was not a wolf.
I had never been a wolf.
But some part of me had learned to remember the moon.
That was what I told myself.
And most of the time, I believed it.
What I could not explain—the things I carefully filed away and refused to exami
