Tristan Grayson
I held Stella in my arms, and it felt surreal. The warmth of her body pressed against mine, the steady rise and fall of her chest—it was as if I had been given a second chance, a chance I never thought possible. My emotions swirled within me, a chaotic mixture of disbelief, joy, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness.
I couldn't shake the image of her lifeless form in the dream, the despair that gripped me when I thought I had lost her. But here she was, real and alive, her presence a balm to the wounds in my soul. I tightened my embrace, as if afraid she might vanish if I let go.
Stella's touch had a calming effect on the raging storm within me. It was a phenomenon I couldn't quite comprehend. My inner wolf, usually so untamed and restless, seemed to yield to her,
