Ella
The Evans household had finally quieted. No more Irene’s sharp tongue.
No more Jeff stomping around like an offended pup.
No more Trinity’s fake concern clouding up the room like bad perfume.
Ruben’s wrath had whipped everyone into uneasy submission, and somehow, I’d managed to slip into a routine…studying, napping, keeping my head low, and healing the remnants of my wolf.
My wolf.
Even thinking the word sent a strange ache through my chest, like someone tugging at threads buried deep inside me.
She wasn’t gone….wolves don't die unless we did….but mine was… quiet.
Like she’d curled into a corner and wrapped her tail around herself, exhausted and recovering from years of emotional blows and constant suppression.
“Not long now,” I whispered to myself as I lay across the wid
