My old room sat at the far end of the second floor.
Oversized windows overlooking the east woods. A massive vanity my father had insisted belonged in a "young lady's room," even though I'd hated the damn thing.
I stepped inside slowly, the floorboards creaking under my weight.
Cade and River followed in silence.
My wolf stirred uneasily, the memories.
This room had held too many versions of me. The child who believed she belonged. The wolfless daughter who learned she didn't. The outsider in her own home, trapped in a body that refused to shift while everyone around me transformed into something beautiful and wild.
I stood in the center of the room, the mysterious key digging into my palm, and turned in a slow circle.
Bed. Closet. Dresser. Vanity. Bathroom.
Nothing obvious.
Nothin
