Senna’s POV

He dressed my leg with hands that didn't shake. He didn’t try to touch me again after. He simply walked back out through the gap in the thorns. I watched them close behind him, neat as a door.

Apparently my own wolf was on his side.

My wolf.

I hadn’t even processed that part of it yet. I had a wolf. I’d felt her awaken.

It was a foreign concept to me. I’d spend the better part of the last few years resigning myself to the fact that I was an empty shell. I was jealous of everyone else, with their wolves. Watching them shift felt like a...