Bryson’s POV

The sun hit different when you had someone to look forward to.

I stretched out on the bed, unfamiliar sheets tangled around my legs, blinking against the morning light pouring through the window. The faint hum of London outside reminded me I wasn’t home—not the real one buried deep in the woods and mountains where wolves ran free and silence ruled.

But here… here, Evelyn had made a new kind of home for me.

The smell of her lingered faintly on the ...