Lorenzo
The bond had grown louder since her confession.
It pulsed in my chest with every heartbeat, hot and insistent, tying me to her more tightly than before. Even in silence, even in distance, I felt her.
Her fury.
Her shame.
Her exhaustion.
And beneath it all, the spark she tried so desperately to bury.
Longing.
She didn’t want to name it yet. She didn’t want to admit it even to herself. But I felt it every time she whispered “never” through trembling lips.
Because every “never” rang hollow now.
Every “never” carried the weight of “soon.”
I stood in the war room, maps spread across the table, candles burning low, shadows stretching long across the stone walls. Wolves came and went, bringing reports, bowing before leaving me alone again. But my mind wasn’t on strategy, or the
