Olivia's POV
The faint warmth of sunlight brushed against my face, pulling me slowly from the fog of sleep. My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft morning light that poured through the tall glass windows. For a moment, everything felt still. Too still. Then it hit me, the emptiness. It wasn't pain, not exactly. It was something deeper, colder, like a part of me had been quietly stolen while I slept.
My chest felt hollow, my wolf restless beneath my skin, pacing, whining, searching for something that wasn't there.
"What is wrong?" I whispered.
My wolf didn't answer, only whimpered faintly. That was when I realized Levi was sitting beside the bed, his head bowed, his hand loosely holding mine.
"Levi?" My voice came out small and cracked.
His head snapped up, relief flashing across his face, but his eyes were heavy, too heavy.
"You're awake," he said softly, forcing a small smile.
