XENA:
The morning air smelled cleaner than it had in weeks. Maybe it was just me, maybe everything feels lighter after pain stops. I walked through the corridor of the pack house, the sound of my boots echoing softly against the stone floor. My body felt strong again; the wounds had healed faster than expected. A few lingering aches, sure, but I’d survived worse.
And I had missed this place, the faint hum of duty, and… well, him.
Jordan.
The last time I saw him, he’d been all worried and stressed, barking orders like a man holding the world together by sheer will. And before I’d known what came over me, he had kissed me, just once, impulsive. Now, walking back through those familiar halls, my heart beats for reasons that had nothing to do with pain.
I found him where I expected, his
