DEA
I woke that night without Arthur by my side.
The bed was still warm beneath me, the sheets tangled around my legs, carrying the lingering heat and scent of Arthur’s body after we made love wildly a few hours ago. For a moment, I stayed there, eyes half-lidded, letting the quiet settle around me when it hit me that something felt off.
There is a subtle pull beneath my skin, the same restless sensation that has been haunting me for days now, ever since I met that wolf in the forest. My fingers brushed unconsciously against the mark on my neck, and I flinched when I felt the faint heat there, like it was responding to something I couldn’t see.
“Arthur?” I called softly but no answer came.
I pushed myself up slowly, the cool air brushing against my bare skin as I glanced around the
