Helena's POV
Zoey stirs restlessly in my mind, pulling me from sleep with an urgency I cannot ignore. Beside me, Leo sleeps soundly, his breathing deep and even, but rest eludes me completely. My new wolf demands freedom, yearns to stretch her legs and claim the wild, yet terror grips me at the thought of releasing control. What if I cannot reclaim it once she takes over? Despite my fears, I slide from the warmth of our bed and step into the cool morning air, wrestling with the courage to let her loose.
Dawn has not yet fully broken when Asher appears.
The pack house awakens around us with quiet sounds of morning routines, gentle voices drifting through windows, the distant sounds of reconstruction work beginning anew. I stand on the wooden porch, drawing in the crisp scents of evergreen and moisture-laden soil. Everything feels transformed, including myself.
