Kessler

After my last encounter with Lyra, I decided to steer clear

of her for two weeks, not wanting to find myself in another compromising

situation. My wolf, Dolph, yearns for her, and at times, he urges me to go to

her room and check on her. As I approach her door, I sense her soft breathing,

indicating that she is sound asleep.

I hesitate at her door, torn between my wolf's desire and

my efforts to maintain distance. The conflicting emotions make every step

closer feel like a battle. Gently pushing the door open, I see her peacefully

sleeping. Her beauty captivates me—her hourglass figure, dark flowing hair,

perfect...