Olivia's POV
At some point, exhaustion won. Their warmth, their arms around me, the steady thrum of their heartbeats—it was too much comfort for my restless body to fight. My eyes grew heavy, and before I knew it, sleep claimed me.
When I woke, the bed was empty. The sheets beside me were still faintly warm, their scent clinging to the air, proof they hadn't gone far. My wolf stretched lazily inside me, confirming what my nose already knew—they were in the mansion. Somewhere close.
My stomach grumbled, dry and demanding water, and I licked my lips, parched. I thought about calling one of the servants, but the thought felt suffocating. I needed air. A walk. Something to clear my head.
I slipped on my clothes, smoothed my hair back, and stepped out of the room.
The mansion's halls were quiet, but every corner carried a memory. Some good. Some painful. Shadows of the past crept in with each step—moments of laughter, of betrayal, of pain. My chest tightened, but I pushed forward.
