VALENTINE
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow acros s the room. I stirred, the warmth of the sheets cocooning me in a sense of comfort. Instinctively, I reached out, expecting to find Devin by my side, but the space was empty. He must have risen early, a typical trait of an Alpha.
I couldn't blame him. He was probably still looking for Satake.
I lingered in that drowsy state, relishing the remnants of a night filled with shared laughter and silent promises. I knew I shouldn't want them. But I did. The memory danced on the edges of my consciousness, it wasn't bitter this time. I didn't loathe myself for enjoying spending time with Devin and though the prophesy of Cassandra still bothered me, I told myself that there were a thousand ways to interpret a
