I really don’t know. I guess that just adds another thing to discuss whenever my wolf decides to wake from hibernation. If only she would talk to me! I know this has to be some sort of wolf thing. Right? Wolves are connected to the moon, to nature, and instinct. They aren’t meant to hide away in silence like mine has been doing. I wish I understood her more—understood what she needed from me or why she’s been distant. It’s frustrating, having this wild, powerful creature within me, yet feeling utterly disconnected from her.
"Seraphina," my mate’s deep voice cuts through my thoughts, his sensitive ears no doubt picking up the faint click of the water being turned off in the bathroom. There’s something comforting about the way he says my name, like it holds all the answers I’m searching for
