Viya's POV
The next morning, I woke naturally just after dawn. Years of discipline had trained my body to reject the luxury of sleeping in, even when I probably needed it most.
I went through my morning routine mechanically—brushing my teeth, washing my face, pulling my hair back.
Everything felt oddly normal despite the fact that I'd spent the night in a hospital bed after a car accident that could have killed me.
When I opened the door to leave, I nearly collided with someone standing in the hallway.
Dorian straightened, taking a polite step back. He was dressed casually today—no suit, just dark jeans and a fitted sweater that made him look younger, less intimidating. More like the wolf I vaguely remembered from years ago, before pack politics and business dealings had s
