Zane’s POV
The moonlight spilled over the bed, casting a silvery glow on Arella’s face as she slept, utterly unaware of the chaos she had calmed within me. Her steady breathing was a soothing rhythm, her presence grounding in a way I hadn’t felt in years. My chest ached with emotions I couldn’t name. Love, relief, guilt... All of it tangled together until it felt like I might burst from the sheer intensity of it.
So f*****g perfect!
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. Her skin was soft under my fingertips, and I marveled at how this woman—this fiery, stubborn, incredible woman—had somehow claimed every broken piece of me and was starting to put them back together.
When her wolf had marked me, by scratching my back, I was over the moon. Werewolves were pos
