Silas’s POV,
She sighed, soft enough that I barely caught it. But my ears—my wolf—heard everything.
“Okay, Mr. Blackwood, I should head back. I’ve got work tomorrow. See you around.”
Her voice was barely beyond a whisper. Light. Almost teasing. But there was something else buried in it. Bittersweet. Like she was practicing a goodbye that hurt to say.
I watched from the shadows, hidden beneath the low-hanging branches of a massive oak. Just a few meters behind her. Just close enough to catch every word. But not close enough to matter.
She stood, brushing imaginary dust from her coat like she was trying to tidy up something far messier than dirt. Then she tossed her coffee cup into the bin, the soft clink of it echoing far louder in my chest than it had any right to.
She didn’t look
