Iris
I can’t sleep. It’s partly due to worry about Miles—his fever has gone down with the medicine my mother had on hand, but he’s still restless—and partly everything else that’s swirling around in my head.
Selina, the residency ending, Arthur, my wolf… it’s all too much to process while lying in an unfamiliar bed, staring up at an ornate ceiling that I hardly recognize.
After tossing and turning for what feels like hours, I finally slip out of bed, careful not to wake Arthur. He’s sprawled on his side, breathing deeply, one arm still extended toward where I was lying. Even in sleep, he reaches for me.
I pull on a robe that was hanging in the en-suite bathroom and slip into the hallway. The Willford estate is eerily quiet at night, but the moonlight streaming through the
