Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Elsa

Two months into my exile, I’d thrown myself into work, logging fifteen-hour days that left me too exhausted to think about Drake.

“At least on this remote island nobody’s breathing down my neck,” I muttered as I stretched in my chair. The isolation had become almost comforting-no watching Drake and Vera together, no constant reminders of how easily I’d been replaced.

My inner wolf had been restless for weeks, whining and pacing within me. Separated from Drake, she was anxious, constantly alert for his scent, his presence. I’d learned to ignore her, pushing her deeper within me each day.

My phone buzzed with Kayla’s name on the screen.

“Hey, stranger,” I answered, my voice softer than it had been in weeks.