#Chapter 129: A Wall of Thorns

Logan The hum of the airport droned in my ears as I waited for the plane. I glanced down a few seats, stealing a furtive look at Ella. She sat immersed in her music, headphones firmly in place, eyes closed, face serene. And yet, I could feel the tension emanating from her like an invisible wall between us. Last night kept replaying in my mind, each memory so vivid I could almost feel the warmth of her touch, the softness of her lips, the eagerness in her eyes. It was as if, for those fleeting hours, everything fell into place; the world around us dissolved, leaving just Ella and me, bound by a connection so intense it defied explanation. My wolf purred in agreement, a deep sense of contentment filling us both. Last night had been unlike any other experience I had had before with a woman—intimate, loving, real. Ella was a storm of contradictions that somehow perfectly balanced the chaos within me. Her body was uncharted territory I wanted to explore over and over, each