The bond is quieter today, not absent, never absent, but settled into a low, steady presence that feels less like pressure and more like awareness, and I notice the difference the moment I wake because my thoughts come back to me before the sensation does. That feels like progress, or maybe just adjustment, and I lie still for a moment, breathing slowly, letting my body decide what hurts and what doesn’t before I sit up.
The ache in my side is manageable now, a dull reminder instead of a warning, and when I stretch carefully the bond hums in response, not flaring, just acknowledging the movement as if it’s tracking me the same way my wolf does. Adam is awake, I know that without trying, the awareness slipping into place with unsettling ease, and instead of fighting it I let the knowledge
