Arella's POV
I stepped further into the cabin, my heart heavy as I glanced around. The old chair was still by the fireplace and my unfinished book lay on top of the mantle. The wool blanket was still haphazardly thrown over the couch in the middle of the room, and the table was still set for two. Everything was the same, but nothing felt like it anymore.
Nothing would ever be the same again…
My wolf let out a soft sound, and mentally, I let my hand sink into her soft fur, stroking her and giving her comfort. Strangely, it also alleviated some of the aches I’d felt as if her comfort was my own. It made a small smile tug at the edges of my lips, but nothing else really happened. I turned around and---
Then I saw him!
“Tiny!” I exclaimed and bolted towards my chameleon. He was perched on
