[Celeste]
For the past few days, my dreams had been plagued by the voice of a man. The voice was cold, unfamiliar, and devoid of tenderness. It echoed through my mind like a broken record, asking: Who are you? What are you? Over and over, until I startled awake, drenched in sweat and unable to sleep again.
And when I woke, I was always alone. The bed I slept on, though a luxury I hadn't dared to dream of in the pack, now felt too big without him. Three days had passed since he'd left, and in that time, I buried myself in chores, hoping the monotony would fill the void in my chest.
Yesterday, after mopping the floor of an empty room, I was startled to notice him standing outside, his gaze fixed on me. For a moment, I froze, my hands tightening around the bucket. Seeing him after so few d
