Ravin's POV
I stopped lying to myself somewhere between leaving the garden and reaching the pack grounds.
It was not a dramatic moment, no specific thought that broke through and forced the admission, just the quiet accumulation of everything that had happened over the last few weeks settling into something I could no longer reasonably call anything other than what it was.
I had fallen for her, not slowly and not carefully and not in any way that resembled the controlled deliberate version of myself I had spent years building, but completely and without a clean exit, and I was done pretending otherwise.
The curse had not taken my wolf. Weeks had passed since the night of the blood moon and my wolf was still present and whole and showed no sign of fading, and I had run out of ways to e
