The room was too quiet, an oppressive stillness that wasn't the comforting hush of peace but the suffocating silence of a grave. It screamed in silence, wrapping around my ribs and squeezing until each breath felt like a betrayal. Damien wasn't back from work yet, and an unsettling restlessness churned within me, mirroring the unease I sensed from Cassidy, my wolf.
A primal urge to go to his office pulsed through me, but I'd only been there once, and I didn't even have a car.
I lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling. The night was cold, and the sheets, usually warmed by Damien's presence, felt frigid against my skin. I'd grown accustomed to his warmth, his scent, the comforting weight of his arm thrown over me. Waking up alone in my room this morning, finding he hadn't even bothered to check on me, had twisted a knot in my stomach.
