#Chapter 324: Growing Pains

Nina “Could you pass the salt?” Enzo’s voice snapped me back to reality, pulling me out of the deep train of thought that I had been stuck in; constant questions of what-if, anxiety, maybe even a little fear. “Sure,” I said, handing him the salt shaker from across the counter. Our hands brushed briefly, and it was enough to stir my wolf within me, making her aware, alert. She had sensed that something was off, although neither of us could make out what it was. But right now, I didn’t want to think about it. Not now, with Enzo about to leave for a critical weekend that could set the future path of his career. I decided to shake off the feelings of anxiety, instead attributing it to the lingering sickness in my stomach that still had yet to fade fully. We finally sat down to eat, the dining room lit by the warm glow of candles. The food looked delicious—a mix of veggies, grilled chicken, and a side of freshly made garlic bread. Enzo eagerly took a bi