Amelia
The morning sun filtered through the massive window of his bedroom as I slipped inside, my heart hammering against my ribs despite his absence. Even without him here, his dominant scent wrapped around me like an invisible cloak. I clutched the fresh silk sheet. Being in his personal space always made my wolf restless. I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, methodically stripping the bed and replacing the sheet with practiced efficiency. Each corner had to be perfect. I smoothed out every wrinkle with careful precision.
“Amelia!” Sara’s shrill voice shattered concentration. I turned to find her standing in the doorway. She crossed her arms, lips pursed in that familiar expression of disapproval. Her eyes swept across the room like a searchlight, seeking out any imperfection
