I stepped into the pack house, my body still humming with the strange new power coursing through my veins. The transformation had been exhilarating and terrifying all at once—feeling my bones shift, my skin stretch, and those massive wings unfurl from my back. It had left me feeling both exhausted and oddly energized, like I'd finally awakened a part of myself that had been dormant for far too long.
The house was quiet. Landon had been gone for days, handling some border dispute with neighboring packs. I missed him more than I cared to admit. His absence left an emptiness that no amount of newfound power could fill.
I made my way to his bedroom—our bedroom, though I still had trouble thinking of it that way. Without him here, the massive space felt hollow, but his scent lingered everywhere. I breathed it in deeply, letting it wash over me like a soothing balm.
