The ribbon was soft between my fingers, the silk worn smooth by use but clearly of high quality. I turned it over in my hands, and the silver caught candlelight, looking almost like a liquid metal. It still held the faintest trace of his scent—like snow and warm fire and… power.
It felt familiar. Not in a way I could explain or assign to someone I knew, but more like a... half-forgotten dream that lingers at the back of your mind and grows foggier the longer you think about it.
My wolf stirred faintly again, but offered no answers before she retreated into her deep, endless sleep. Typical.
“You’ve been staring at that thing for ten minutes,” Elise remarked from her bed, her chin propped on one hand. “Let me see it.”
Reluctantly, I handed it over. She examined the fabric between her f
