ATLAS' POV.
Sleep came late that night.
I’d tried everything—pacing, changing positions, even a cold shower—but my mind refused to quiet. It kept circling back to the same thing, Willow. Somehow all of my thoughts seemed to revolve around her for one reason or another.
Her voice. Her scent. The strange way my chest tightened every time our eyes met.
I told myself it was curiosity. Concern. But deep down, I knew that was a lie. This pull toward her wasn’t normal. It wasn’t rational. And it terrified me. And now, with what had happened, I didn’t even know what to do with that feeling. I knew I would need to involve her alpha somehow, but for some reason, I found myself stalling. I decided not to think too deeply about the reason—something told me I wouldn’t like what I found.
I didn’t k
