Chapter 22
Casey doesn’t sleep. Not really. She lies in bed staring at the ceiling, every nerve still buzzing like she’s been struck by lightning and left humming. The bond hasn’t cooled—it’s awake, coiled tight in her chest, warm and restless. Her wolf paces inside her. Restless. Unsatisfied. Aware. Every sound in the house pulls at her attention. A floorboard creak. A distant shift of weight. The low, steady presence of Miles across the hall like a gravitational force she can’t escape. Lock your door. His voice echoes in her mind. She did. But it doesn’t stop the way she can feel him. Not his body. His restraint. That’s what terrifies her most. When morning finally comes, it arrives quietly. Pale light creeps through the window, soft and unassuming—as if nothing monume
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