~SCARLETT~I wake with the feeling that something inside me is already awake.Not alert, watching.The morning light is pale and quiet, spilling across the floor like it’s afraid to disturb me. For a moment, I stay still, listening to the slow rhythm of my own breathing, the faint hum of the city outside.(We are being observed.)The thought isn’t mine but my wolf’s.I don’t flinch.I’ve learned not to.“You’re imagining things,” I whisper, mostly for my own benefit.(No,) she replies calmly. (You are ignoring them.)My wolf has been like this lately, less explosive, more controlled. Still fierce, still proud, but no longer lunging at every shadow. She watches. She waits. And when she speaks, it’s with the confidence of something that remembers survival.I don’t ask her what she knows.Not yet.Dimitri isn’t beside me when I wake, but his presence lingers anyway, the faint scent of him on the sheets, the warmth still pressed into the mattress where he slept. I find him downstairs, alr
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