8 months later...
Stella
I woke up to warmth.
Not the suffocating kind, not the restless type either—but the gentle, grounding warmth of a body beside mine. Morning light beamed through thin curtains. The world felt like it was paused, just for a few precious minutes.
Caspian's arm rested loosely around my waist, his hand warm against my skin. His breathing was slow, even. Awake, but pretending not to be. He did that sometimes—as if trying himself to stop time and enjoy the moment before reality crept back in.
I smiled into the pillow.
"He'll think you're plotting something if you keep smiling like that." My wolf, Serenity, chuckled sleepily.
It was still strange, having her speak to me again. A good feeling, but still a foreign one.
I bite back a laugh and shift carefully, roll
