Calista
The evening after the interview was quiet. Ethan was asleep, his little chest rising and falling with the kind of peace only children seemed to know. I watched him for a moment, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead. Seeing Aerion made me realize how much he looked like his father. It was by sheer luck his hair was more brown like mine or people would start asking questions I had no answers to.
As I turned away from Ethan, the familiar sensation of my wolf, Lyra, stirring inside me pulled my attention.
“So… Aerion.”
Lyra’s voice broke through the silence, her familiar presence pushing to the forefront of my mind.
I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly where this was going. “Don’t, Lyra.”
“What?” she asked, feigning innocence.
“You felt it too. The bond, it’s still there, Cal
