Motionless as moonlight, Elena’s eyes glinting with hurt locked upon the screen’s cold glow. She left the request untouched. She only replied with words sharp and distant:
No need, please throw it away. Thank you.
She shut the device with trembling fingers, resting her head against the frosted pane, seeking comfort in the cold silence.
The dim light from the train cabin cast shadows over her pale face. A white bandage wrapped around her head, the mark of recent wounds from the crash. Still healing, but already choosing to walk away.
For years after awakening from the accident that stole her voice, Elena chased a shadow. She believed that what she wanted most was the love she felt when she was still a pup. A time when her pack felt whole and the world smelled of blooming roses. But now
