As Nora returned to her old chambers, her mind was locked in an internal argument with Leah, her wolf. "He smells different," Nora insisted. "Before I left five years ago, Hunter had smelled like cedarwood with amber—warm and distinctive. But now the amber seems to have faded." "You're wrong," Leah countered through their mental link. "He still smells exactly the same to me. You're just irritated by your hatred for him." "Whatever," Nora shrugged, deciding to drop the conversation. Obviously, her wolf still had some softness for its mate. Her wolf was being stubborn, and she had more pressing concerns. The room was exactly as she'd left it. Every detail, every memory, every piece of furniture remained untouched. As her eyes scanned the familiar space, she found herself drifting backward into the past. Memories of happier times threatened to surface. She shook her head sharply, dismissing them. There was no room for nostalgia now. She needed to refresh and sleep. A run th
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