Sage lay sprawled across the bed in her chamber, the moonlight slipping faintly through the curtains. Sleep had evaded her for hours, every time she closed her eyes Laura’s words replaying in her head like an unwelcome echo.
"What if she’s right?" her wolf, Kira murmured in the quiet of her mind. "Jason has been distant. He hardly listens anymore."
Sage turned sharply onto her side, clutching the pillow as though it could block out the thought. “No,” she whispered under her breath, defiant even in the stillness. “Jason wouldn’t dare. He knows better...he belongs to me.”
"Do you believe that, or are you just saying it?" Kira pressed.
Sage squeezed her eyes shut, refusing the sting at the corners. “I know I’ve got him wrapped around my finger,” she hissed softly. “He’ll always belong to
