{"Born of fur and fire, a shifter pup is not just a child; they are a legacy waiting to awaken."}
The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the moonlight that streamed in through the curtains. We lay side by side in her bed, the warmth of her skin pressed against mine beneath the light covers. The silence was soft, comforting the kind of quiet that did not demand to be filled. Elle's head rested against my chest, her fingers slowly tracing the old scar along my ribs. I was not sure if she even realized she was doing it, but it grounded me.
I exhaled slowly. "I never thought I would be here again. Not like this."
Her voice was gentle. "With someone in your arms?"
"No," I said quietly. "With someone who made me feel… alive."
She lifted her head slightly, looking at me with those steel eyes that always seemed to see too much. "Tell me."
