(Raiden’s POV)
It haunted me for days; the synchronicity Siena and I had shared during the competition.
Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her moving beside me—fluid, instinctual, perfect.
We had moved as one.
My wolf hadn’t felt that aligned with another since… since before everything fell apart. It was a feeling I’d tried to bury, but it refused to stay dead.
It didn’t make sense.
The mark on Lila—the one that should have bound us completely—should’ve erased all traces of Siena from my senses. But it hadn’t. I could still feel her, a phantom presence under my skin, lingering like a memory I couldn’t escape.
Horace was restless, pacing beneath my surface, his unease bleeding into my thoughts.
“She’s not yours.” I reminded him. “Lila is.”
But
