✰Trenton✰
The drive back to the packhouse felt different this time. For the first time in weeks, I felt lighter. Not because the danger had passed. Not because Felix was any less of a threat. But because she knew. And she hadn’t run away. I had fully expected Caitlin to look at me like I was a monster. To shut down. To leave. But instead, she had stayed. She had touched my fur without hesitation. She had sat beside me, confided in me, and she had accepted my world even though it was nothing like hers. And when she had told me she felt connected to me? I had barely stopped myself from shifting right back and telling her why. She was connected to me. She was mine. She just didn’t know it yet. But that wasn’t something I could tell her. Not yet. Not when there was so much at stake. For now,
