Chapter 47 A Surprising Perspective

• ~ Elara ~
• I woke up to unfamiliar surroundings, the soft light of dawn filtering through the heavy curtains of my new room. The bed was comfortable, the sheets luxurious, but none of it felt like home. I missed Ronan. The ache of his absence pressed heavily on my chest as I stared at the ceiling, trying to push away the memories of our mornings together, the way his warm body cuddled mine at night, the way his presence was a calming force, grounding me in a way that no one else could.
• “Enya?” I whispered, reaching out to my wolf in the quiet solitude of my thoughts.