Elena's POV
I didn't sleep well. All night, I felt like I was being watched.
In my dreams, a burning gaze crawled up from my ankles, past my calves and thighs, finally settling on my chest. It felt like a rough hand was tracing me from a distance.
Lyra, my wolf, was being weirdly shy, letting out a soft whimper, "Someone's watching us."
The sensation was so intense it made the hair on my arms stand up.
I struggled to wake up, and before I could even get my eyes open, a low growl made me jump, "Elena!"
I bolted upright, rubbing my eyes in a daze. "Huh? What... what's wrong?"
My vision finally cleared, and I saw Zander standing at the foot of the bed.
He wasn't in his wheelchair today.
I'd noticed his frame was massive last night when I was cleaning him, but seeing him standing ther
