Thorne
Sleep refused to come. No matter how many times I turned, how many breaths I took, Josie's face wouldn't leave my mind. Her lips, soft and trembling under mine, the way her power had hummed against my skin like the earth itself was answering to her heartbeat. I should've been angry that she lost control. I should've been cold enough to shut it all out like I always did. But I couldn't. I kept seeing her in that field, her hands buried in the dirt, grass springing to life around her like she was born to command it.
She didn't even realize how powerful she was. That both thrilled and terrified me.
The door creaked open. My jaw clenched. The scent hit me before the voice did—sweet and hesitant. Carolyn.
"Alpha Thorne," she whispered, stepping into the room. "Josie said she doesn't wish to come down."
For a second, I thought I misheard her. I pushed off the bed, muscles coiled tight. "What did you just say?"
"She said… she's not feeling up to breakfast."
