Evelyn Severa's POV:At 6:00 p.m., I laid out six different dinner dishes on the long stone table, each seasoned with Callum Wolffang's favorite hint of vanilla.At 7:00 p.m., I lit a vanilla-scented candle in Callum’s room, letting the calming fragrance seep into the walls, soothing his restless wolf. I checked the bathwater, ensuring it remained at exactly 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit—the perfect temperature for a werewolf to relax.At 8:00 p.m., I placed his favorite boots by the door and hung his outdoor cape beside them, brushing my fingers briefly over the worn fabric.At 9:00 p.m., I changed into the black lace outfit he had picked for me.The doors blew open, carrying with them a rush of icy wind and the sharp, metallic scent of blood.Callum, my Alpha, stepped in. His coat was stained with blood, his entire being humming with violence barely leashed beneath his skin.But the moment his gaze fell on me, something shifted. The fury in his expression eased—replaced by a hunger that ma
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