#Chapter 42- Mate

Cora The ghost of Kingston’s scent still clung faintly to my skin, and I could recall it all vividly every time I closed my eyes. As I went about my morning, the echo of my wolf’s voice haunted me as well, fragile, tentative, and gone far too soon. I rushed through my routine in a haze, replaying her whisper over and over. Those few words had sliced through me like a lightning strike, illuminating everything and nothing all at once. I barely remembered the commute to work. At my desk, I tried to ground myself. Kingston wasn’t in yet. Probably smart, considering what happened last night. The things I’d said under the influence of Daisy’s drug—the confession I couldn’t take back—had cracked something wide open between us. And after what followed… God. But that all paled in comparison to the faint whisper of a part of me I hadn’t known existed. My wolf. I closed my eyes and focused inward, tuning out the chatter and bustle of the office. I tried to find that hidden spac