Kayla's POV
Three weeks. I had been here three weeks, and my body had healed completely — not a scratch on me, thanks to my celestial powers coming in. My hair had grown to my waist and was full and healthy. My eyes were bright green again, alive in a way they hadn't been in years.
The twins had been perfect. Patient. Never rushing me, always asking what I wanted, always giving me room to breathe. I could feel our chemistry building, and part of me wanted to give into it — but then Liam's face would surface somewhere in the back of my mind and I'd pull away. It wasn't being with them that scared me. It was the loss of control. What if their wolves decided they were done being patient? What if they stopped asking?
I hadn't even properly met their wolves yet — only that once, two weeks ag
