Rose’s POVI woke with a start, my body drenched in sweat, my lungs heaving as if I had run miles in the dark. The room was silent except for the faint whisper of the wind brushing against the windows. But the silence didn’t soothe me. It pressed against my chest like a weight I couldn’t lift. My heart pounded so violently I was sure it would burst. Every beat felt like a warning, a drum announcing that something had shifted inside me, something irreversibly.I blinked rapidly, trying to focus, my head spinning as if the world itself had tilted on its axis while I slept. My wolf was awake, restless, and I could feel her unease threading through my very bones. Something was wrong. Something had changed while I had been unconscious, something I didn’t fully understand yet. And even now, sitting up, trembling, I could sense it: the pull, the presence, the heartbeat—the one that had haunted me in my dreams—was still there. Not faintly. Not distant. But alive, sharp, and urgent, as if it w
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