The Pull
(Jason’s POV)
The backyard was quiet except for the faint rustle of the wind and the gentle sound of the pool water rippling. Coral and I sat side by side on the lawn chairs, the moonlight casting a silver glow over everything.
“Why me?” she asked suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.
I turned to her, caught off guard by the raw vulnerability in her question. “I don’t know,” I admitted softly. “You’re just... you. And I want you. My wolf feels tied to you in a way I can’t explain. It’s like my soul knows you’re supposed to be in my life.”
She blinked, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I’ve felt that too,” she said after a moment. “For a long time. Like... since we were kids. I’ve always wanted you to be okay, to be happy.”
The honesty in her words sent a wave of warmth
