Sofia pov: I opened my eyes slowly, the sun spilling through the parted curtains, its light painting the room in gold. My body felt oddly refreshed, and a strange, new energy thrummed beneath my skin. I reached out, checking on my wolf to make sure it was all real, not just a dream. A gentle laugh echoed in my mind. Relax, Sofia. I’m still here, I’m not going anywhere. I’m your wolf, and I’m part of you forever. “Thanks, Albaz,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips. “It’s nice not being alone.” I shifted, feeling the plush mattress beneath me softer than my own bed. My heart thumped with surprise as I sat up, eyes scanning the space. The room was luxurious, high‑ceilinged, and unmistakably, Damian’s. I recognized the sleek furniture, the dark wood, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. I’d cleaned this room countless times; I knew every corner. Why am I in his room? I panicked, my mind racing. Clam down, Albaz’s voice soothed, he brought us here. Before
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