Chapter 23
Casey doesn’t sleep. Not truly. She lies on her back staring at the ceiling, the room washed in silver moonlight, her sheets twisted beneath restless fingers. Every time she closes her eyes, her body remembers. The wall at her back. The heat of him pressed close. The sound of his breath breaking as he fought himself. Her wolf refuses to settle. It prowls inside her, restless and alert, pacing the edges of her thoughts like a caged thing. Every sense is sharpened—every sound in the house feels louder, closer, more significant. She can hear the distant hum of the refrigerator, the faint tick of cooling pipes, the soft creak of the house settling. And beneath it all— Him. Miles’ presence is unmistakable. Not physical, not audible, but felt. A steady, controlled force across the hall th
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