**Chapter 18: Supernatural Hints**
The moon was a week from full again, and my wolf was restless.
She paced under my skin every night now, whining for the shift, for the hunt, for the wild. Victor felt it too—his eyes stayed gold more than human, his hands always on me, grounding me, keeping the beast from ripping out too early.
We trained harder. Ran farther. Fought dirtier.
Rowan’s lessons lived in my muscle memory: breathe into the pain, let the wolf rise instead of forcing her down. I could shift in a heartbeat now, faster than most born wolves in the pack. Victor watched every time with raw hunger, pride, and something darker—like he was terrified I’d outgrow the need for him.
He proved that fear wrong every night.
Tonight was no different.
We’d come back from a midnight run, f
