NINA’S POV
It had been a week.
Seven days of waking up to Zane’s face, to the soft graze of his fingertips brushing my cheek and whispering, “It’s gone, Nina.”
Seven days of silence beneath the full moon, waiting for a shift, waiting for me to lose myself again. Seven days of freedom. Of sleeping in peace. Of hope.
The curse was gone.
Every morning, I repeated it to myself like a prayer. Every evening, I rolled my shoulders and expected the weight to return. But it never did.
It was gone.
This morning I shifted again… willingly, without fear, without agony. I had gone into the woods I usually run and my wolf stretched within me like a coiled spring set free, her voice sharper and clearer than ever.
“Took you long enough,” she snorted when I finally let her out.
“Sorry,” I muttered
