Anna's POV:

The night stretches endlessly.

I lie in bed. Stare at the ceiling. Turn over. Turn back.

'Should I tell him? About Dad. About Allen's manipulation. About Mary's debts.'

The forest run was perfect. His wolf and mine, playing under the moonlight. The intimacy afterward.

'He loves me. He said he loves me.'

But asking for help feels wrong. Like admitting I can't handle my own life.

'He already does so much. Gave me this job. This place to ...