Serenity's POV
I keep glancing over my shoulder as I cut through the thinning crowd. Every time a heel clicks too sharply or a coat sways in my periphery, my pulse spikes, expecting Yennifer to materialize again—scolding, accusing, reminding me of what the ring has already taken. But the street remains as it is: neon reflected in puddles, strangers hurrying past, the city too busy to care about one girl who used to be mute and now walks with a dangerous kind of certainty.
The moonlight clings to me like static, a leftover sensation from my shift. I still feel the wolf under my skin, pacing, impatient. But I force myself to keep a human pace. Running in wolf form through the city would only draw eyes, and I’ve had enough stares for one lifetime.
Wind gusts across my bare arms and I reali
