Gianna.
Morning didn’t rush me awake.
It crept in slowly, settling into my bones like I weren’t sure I was ready to face the day.
I stared at the ceiling for a long moment before sitting up, waiting for the familiar wave of dizziness or nausea to hit. It didn’t. My body felt weak, yes—but steadier than yesterday. Still, my wolf felt… alert. Like it was pacing quietly beneath my skin, watching.
I showered, dressed, and headed downstairs, my steps hesitant, as though I’d walked straight into something I wasn’t prepared for.
The dining room smelled warm—toast, coffee, something buttery. Normal. Too normal.
Mum sat scrolling through her tablet, Marcus was already seated, posture straight, composed as ever.
And Ivan stood by the counter.
Arms crossed. Jaw tight. Staring into his mug li
