The morning air was unusually gentle, a soft breeze whispering through the trees as sunlight filtered down in patches through the leafy canopies overhead.
It was the kind of weather that made you think—just for a second—that the world wasn’t such an awful place.
And maybe that’s why I left my car keys on the entryway table and decided to walk all the way to OTS headquarters instead.
I needed the air. I needed the silence between steps. I needed the distance—from the house, from Lucian’s worried gaze, from Maya’s comforting lies, and most of all, from the echo of my own mind.
I couldn’t shake off my dream. It clung to me like that fog that veiled my wolf. My fingers kept twitching like the aftereffects of something slipping through them.
But I held on to the promise. Soon. Soon, I’d be with my wolf.
