*Bexley*
The soft, warm embrace of a thousand goose feathers wraps around me. I sigh and stretch, not wanting to leave the most comfortable sleep of my life, but when I open my eyes, I see sunlight peeking through the edge of the curtains, and I know it’s time for me to get up.
I take in the beautiful bedroom and smooth down the comfortable satin nightgown I’d found in one of the drawers as I make my way to the attached restroom. This one is so much larger and nicer than my bathroom at home. I could spend hours in the huge bathtub. Unfortunately, I haven’t had a chance to try it out, and since I’ve obviously slept in, I decide to take a shower instead. As much as I am enjoying my time here, I need to get home to Mother.
Despite my best efforts to hurry, I take a long shower using all of the amazing products I find on a shelf within the massive stall. When I’m afraid I’m about to drain the hot water out of t
*Roxy*The stars are scattered like glitter across the sky, and the night is crisp; I tug my cloak closer around me. Leo walks beside me, just close enough that our arms brush now and then. Dinner was lovely and full of laughter. I didn’t expect to feel so comfortable with him, or anyone, this soon. I don’t want the evening to end.When we reach Hanna and Marek’s porch, I wonder why Leo doesn’t ask me to stay with him, and as though reading my thoughts, he breaks the silence. “You could, uh… stay with me, but—my pack, they’d probably make a bigger deal out of it than it is,” he says, scratching the back of his head, clearly flustered. “I just mean—they’d gossip. About a woman sleeping over. At my place. Which has… never actually happened before.”He looks so awkward I can’t help but smile. It’s honestly kind of adorable.Just then, the door clicks open. Marek must’ve heard us coming. He opens it, nodding at both of us. “Evening,” he says. Then he adds, “Come in for coffee?”I glance
*Roxy*The trees thin just as the sky begins to blush with morning light. I blink against the golden haze spilling through the forest, and then suddenly, it’s there.Moon River Village.Nestled between two hills, it’s the most peaceful, beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Neat rows of cottages with moss-covered roofs and flower boxes line the winding paths. Smoke puffs lazily from the stone chimneys, and a gentle stream winds through the heart of it all, sparkling in the dawn.Everything about it feels right, like I’ve been waiting for this place my whole life.I slow without realizing it, taking in the scene. It’s nothing like the cold stone tower I came from. The village feels warm and alive. Quilts hang from open windows, chickens peck along a garden path, and somewhere nearby, someone is singing.The three wolves who escorted us, sleek and graceful, each of them beautiful in their own wild way, pad a few steps ahead of me and Leo. Their fur glows gold in the morning sun as they come t
*Leo*I limp back toward the campfire, one paw dragging slightly with each step. Blood drips from my shoulder, hot and sticky against my fur. The clearing smells like blood—mine and theirs.Behind me, Roxy’s footsteps crunch softly through the underbrush. I stop near our satchels and glance over my shoulder. She’s watching me, her lips parted, worry painted across her face.“Roxy,” I say through the mind-link, pushing the words gently in her direction. “Turn around so I can shift.”I don’t know if it’ll work. She’s not from my pack. But still, without hesitation, she turns. She heard me, but it shouldn’t be possible. The connection shouldn’t be there, unless….I don’t let myself follow the thought. Not now.I shift.Bones snap. The pain in my shoulder intensifies for one white-hot second, and then I’m kneeling in the grass, naked, blood running freely down my arm. My body hums with exhaustion and adrenaline. My hands shake as I reach for my clothes. Behind me, Roxy doesn’t move. Doe
*Roxy*The fire casts soft amber light on Leo’s face. We sit shoulder to shoulder in the clearing, the stars like scattered silver dust overhead. Everything smells like trees, smoke, and earth, and it feels peaceful. I hug my knees to my chest and tip my head back to stare at the sky. “Today really was the best day of my life.”Leo glances at me, his brow lifted slightly, amused. “Is that so? It started off a little rough.” I laugh. “Other than how I woke you up, of course. I ran barefoot through a meadow with a beautiful wolf, ate trail jerky in the moonlight, and got to see the whole, big sky.” I smile softly. “For someone who’s spent her entire life behind stone walls, that’s… magical.”He chuckles, low and warm. “Well, I’m honored to have spent it with you. And I suppose… it wasn’t too terrible for me either.”I nudge him with my elbow, and he grins. But the laughter fades from my lips as a heavier thought returns—the one that’s been sitting in the back of my mind all day. “Leo
*Leo*The scream cuts through my sleep like a blade.I jolt upright on the floor, my heart pounding, my muscles coiled before I’m even fully awake. For a split second, I don’t know where I am, but then I hear her again.“Roxy!”She’s on the bed, thrashing beneath the blanket, her hands clenched into fists, and her face contorted in pain. Her nightgown is damp with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her eyes are open but unfocused, wild with terror.Another scream tears from her throat, high and raw.I scramble to my feet, but I don’t rush her. If I move too fast, I’ll scare her even more, and I can’t have anyone in this inn thinking I’m the cause of her screaming.“Roxy,” I say gently, keeping my voice low and calm. “You’re all right. I’m here.”She doesn’t hear me. She’s panting, gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth. She kicks her legs sharply, and for a moment her eyes flash golden, bright and burning.Her wolf is surfacing.It’s
*Roxy*The stone walls press in colder than usual tonight, though the fire crackles in the hearth, and the candles still burn steady and bright. I stand at the window, my eyes fixed on the treeline, willing Leo to return like he said he would. Moonlight spills across the woods, painting everything in silver, and I search the shadows, my heart tight with hope.He said he’d come back tonight. He promised, like it was something sacred. And part of me, against all reason, believes him.But the other part? The one that’s lived in this tower for nearly twenty-one years? That part keeps whispering that I’ll never see him again. That he’s like every other dream I’ve dared to have: beautiful, and yet, always impossible.He said I was a wolf. A shifter, like him.The word still sits strange on my tongue. It sounds like a story, something from Mother’s bedtime tales, not something real. Could it be true? Could I really be one of them? It doesn’t feel true. I’ve never shifted. Never even felt a