|| Penelope ||
The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light spilling over the garden like liquid silk. I sat on the cool grass, my legs tucked beneath me, Richard’s cloak draped over my shoulders. The fabric still carried his warmth, his scent — pinewoods and something darker, more intoxicating. It should have comforted me, but instead, it only made my thoughts race faster.
Everything felt different. My body, my mind, even the air I breathed. It was as if the world had shifted on its axis, and I was still trying to find my footing. My wolf stirred within me, a quiet, steady presence that both calmed and unnerved me. She was a part of me now, and yet, I didn’t fully understand her. Or myself.
Richard sat beside me, his presence a quiet anchor in the storm of my thoughts. He didn’t
