Ella
The brisk evening air sent shivers down my spine as I approached the entrance to my apartment building. The echo of my heels on the pavement seemed louder in the silence, a rhythmic pulse of my own agitated heartbeat.
“You were rather tough on him just now,” a deep voice murmured within my mind. My wolf. Her presence was a gentle hum in the background, a second consciousness that had always been a part of me.
Ever since I could remember, she had been there. We were flip sides of the same coin, often bickering, but always there for each other.
“He had it coming,” I shot back, pushing open the main door. The lobby was dimly lit, casting soft amber glows across the polished marble floor.
“Look, I’m still wary, too. But he was trying to make amends, Ella. It was evident i
