The past two nights had been relentless for Bella. Restlessness churned in her like a rising storm, keeping her wide awake when she should have been sleeping peacefully beside Asher and their baby, Aria. Her wolf, Banja, was equally uneasy, pacing within her mind and scratching at the edges of her consciousness. It was a strange sensation, urgent, raw, and unrelenting, as though the very air was calling her. But Bella was torn, bound by a mother’s instinct to stay close to her newborn. The thought of leaving Aria, even for a moment, was agonizing.
Asher, ever attuned to her, noticed her agitation almost immediately. His warm hand brushed her shoulder one evening as she stood by the window, gazing out at the glowing full moon. “Bella,” he said softly, his voice full of concern, “What’s wro
