Estelle's POV
Then the world fell silent.
I don't know how much time passed before I finally opened my eyes.
The sheets were cold, yet the air was thick with the faint scent of blood and the lingering pheromones of an unfamiliar Alpha.
Slowly, I pushed myself upright, swallowed by a shirt that didn't belong to me. The fabric hung loose, nearly engulfing me. My hair lay in disarray, dark strands tangled like a storm-tossed river. My cheeks were icy; the blood at the corner of my mouth had long since dried, though its metallic tang still lingered.
I was trembling.
Not from the cold, but from the hollow ache deep in my bones—a void so vast it made my wolf shrink and whimper, as though lost in darkness, unable to find its way home.
Then, suddenly, a hand cupped my face.
Warm fingers br
