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Sleep doesn’t come easily.

My body lies still on the bed, but my mind refuses to be quiet. The room feels too silent, too tight, like the walls are leaning closer with every shaky breath I take. Beneath my skin, something stirs. A restless presence pacing inside me, brushing against my consciousness like a shadow demanding to be acknowledged.

My wolf.

Awake… and impatient.

A soft growl vibrates faintly in my chest, so low I almost mistake it for my heartbeat.

I press my palm against ...