Chapter Thirty-Three: Restless Shadows
Josiah's POV
The night stretched long and merciless, pressing down on me like a suffocating weight. Even the stars, scattered and faint, seemed distant—mocking, almost as if they had the luxury of watching from above while I wrestled with the chaos in my mind. My feet paced the floor of my study, the scuffed wood bearing the weight of my frustration. For five and a half months, I had kept my s**t together. Barely.
But tonight? It felt impossible.
Kael—my wolf—was incessant in my head, his growls low and constant, his anger mirroring my own. We need her, he snarled, pacing the confines of my mind. She belongs to us. Not to him. Not to anyone else.
"Shut it," I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair. The strands fell messily acro
