Rosemary
The forest was still and quiet after the run, the only sounds were the distant rustle of leaves and the faint hum of the pack dispersing. My wolf was calmer now, her energy steady as if the run had cleared some of the weight pressing on us both. I crouched near the edge of the clearing, gathering my clothes I’d left near to a tree. Ethan stood nearby, his movements slow and deliberate as he pulled on his own clothes. His presence was steady, grounding in a way I hadn’t fully appreciated until now.
As I tugged my sweater over my head, a question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind finally pushed its way forward. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to give voice to it, but the words slipped out before I could stop them.
“What were my parents’ names?”
The question hung in th
