I could feel my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin anxious, uncertain, and very much alive.
Though I had come back to life, nothing around me felt familiar. The scent of the air, the pulse of the earth beneath my feet, even the hum of power in my veins none of it belonged to me.
This wasn't my pack.
These weren't my people.
And the body I now inhabited… it wasn't mine.
One thing, however, was painfully clear the wolf who'd once lived in this vessel had been broken. Her spirit was torn, her will snuffed out long before she'd drawn that final breath. I could still feel the echo of her despair clinging to the corners of my mind, faint but undeniable.
What kind of she-wolf takes her own life?
A desperate one.
A lonely one.
I didn't know her story yet, but I could sense it she'd been suffocated by duty, trapped by bloodlines and the burden of expectation.
