For the first time since this conversation began, Selene’s tone shifted. The mockery drained away, replaced by something heavier, more serious, tinged with what might have been genuine concern.*Because his wolf is restless,* she said simply. *Because of us. Because of what I am and what that means for him.*The certainty in her voice sent ice sliding down my spine. This wasn’t speculation or theory—this was knowledge, absolute and unshakeable.*It’s not you he’s responding to,* she continued, each word carefully chosen and precisely delivered. *Not Aria Vale, the broken girl he’s been systematically destroying. It’s me he senses. Our scent, though I’ve hidden it as best I can. Our presence that shouldn’t exist. Something about us is pulling at him whether he wants it to or not, whether he can consciously identify it or not.*“I thought once I finally had my wolf, I would feel com
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