Aria’s Point of View

A few more days passed, and I could feel my strength returning, not all at once, but in slow, steady waves that came with the rising of the sun.

That morning, I woke to sunlight and silence. For a long while, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember what peace used to feel like.

The spark from that night the moment Thorne’s hand brushed mine still haunted me.

“What was that?”

“Why did my wolf roar at his touch?”

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