Elin’s POV

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the villa, the air thick with the scent of fresh coffee and toasted bread.

I rubbed my eyes as I shuffled out of the bedroom, my body aching from last night’s training. But Istha’s soft hum inside me brought a strange sense of fullness.

The trainer Grayson sent—a female werewolf named Lira—had arrived just in time for an evening run through the forest behind the hill. Her guidance was strict but precise: how to maintain balance ...