I was already beginning to realize, even before she did, that she was a wolf. And that seemed a problem.
I stood outside Cecelia’s door that evening, listening to the faint sound of her uneven breathing carrying through the wooden door.
To anyone else, it would’ve been nothing. To me, it felt Internally like a warning I couldn’t ignore.
It was everything. Heightened senses. Restlessness. The shift in her scent. Pain that didn’t belong to a human body.
My jaw tightened.
“She doesn’t know,” River said quietly from behind me.
I didn’t turn to look at him.
“Of course she doesn’t,” I replied, my voice low. “If she did… this would look very different.”
River didn’t respond immediately. He didn’t even need to. We both knew what it meant, the cause of her fear, panic and pain.
Worse, I k
