*Noah*

An uneasy feeling settled in me on the way back to Drogomor. I knew I should feel beyond happy and excited about seeing Merida.

I was… I think.

My wolf was not, which was frustrating, to say the least.

The positive memories of me with her—watching the stars, running through the woods, and talking about our feelings together—bombarded my mind. I scolded myself, wanting to focus on that, not any sadness related to leaving Zara. ...