(Siena POV)
The late morning sun filters through the branches of an ancient maple, casting dappled shadows across my sketchbook. Three days since the confrontation with Raiden. Three days of silence stretched between us like an uncrossable moat.
The severance ritual lingers on the horizon—scheduled for the full moon, just four nights away. The thought sends a physical pain through my chest.
Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply, filling my lungs with the mingled scents of lavender, fresh earth, and wild honeysuckle.
A new scent cuts through the floral—winter pine and midnight, with undertones of something distinctly feral. My wolf stirs beneath my skin, alert but not alarmed.
“Your thoughts must be miles away,” Zion's deep voice breaks the garden's tranquility. “I've b
