(Siena’s POV)
Raiden’s whispered plea haunts me, echoing relentlessly through the stillness of my room, refusing me even the small mercy of sleep.
“Don’t go.”
Those two simple words replay over and over, each repetition carving deeper into my carefully constructed walls.
I sit upright in bed, sheets tangled restlessly around my legs, staring blankly at the shadows cast by moonlight through my window. His voice had carried a raw vulnerability I’ve never heard from him before—soft, hesitant, almost desperate.
But is that enough?
My pulse quickens traitorously at the memory, chest tightening painfully. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin, ears perked, hopeful despite logic’s warnings.
But is this sudden change genuine? Or merely Raiden’s reaction to seeing m
