"We need to talk," Cade said softly. "Can you shift back?"
My wolf dipped her head once—a gesture that felt both foreign and natural.
I shifted.
The world snapped back into place—cold air against my skin, the porch beneath my feet, my body suddenly small and vulnerable. Before I could react, River was there, draping a blanket around my shoulders, his touch warm and steady.
They moved inside.
Cade headed straight for the small kitchen, already pouring coffee like it was muscle memory. Three cups. No questions.
I stood there for a second, still trying to catch up with my own body.
"I shifted," I said, breathlessly. "I actually shifted."
But when I looked at them—
They weren't surprised.
Not even a little.
My stomach dipped.
"We felt her," River said, watching me carefully. "Durin
