The morning light was softer than usual, a pale gold that filtered through the gauzy curtains of Althea's room. She sat by the window, still wearing the same clothes from the night before. The cool breeze brushed against her face, but it did little to clear the storm in her mind.
Last night with Kaden had been… intense. Their words, their emotions, had tangled into something raw and overwhelming. and though their kiss had eased some of the tension, the argument lingered like a faint bruise.
Her wolf stirred in the back of her mind, its presence steady but contemplative. “You’re overthinking again,” it said, its tone gentle but firm.
“I’m trying not to,” Althea murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the windowsill.
“You’re not the same person you were,” her wolf continued. “You’ve gr
