ANGELICA POV
It had been two months.
Two months since my life had finally taken its first breath of peace after years of drowning in fire and silence. Two months since I’d met Killian, the wolf with the rough voice, gentle hands, and a heart big enough to hold all my broken pieces without flinching. Two months since the nightmare had started to loosen its grip around my throat.
And gods, I could breathe again.
Not every moment. Not every day. Some nights were still hell. Some mornings still hurt. But there were more soft edges now, more light creeping through the cracks. The kind of healing that didn’t make a sound—but changed everything.
Killian had been there for all of it.
Every therapy session that left me shaking. Every panic attack that made me curl into myself like a wounded
