OLIVIA POV
He’d been tender.
Respectful.
And so funny.
I knew he was funny — I’d always known that. I used to see the girls in his pack light up whenever he spoke, hanging onto every word that left his lips. They’d laugh too loudly at his jokes, brush imaginary dust off his arm, bat their lashes and twirl their hair like he was the only man on Earth.
And honestly… how could they not?
He was handsome.
He was smart.
And he was funny, too.
The perfect package.
And he was mine.
The word echoed in my chest, mine, with a strange pulse, like it came from somewhere deeper than my own thoughts. It was faint, but unmistakable, a low, guttural whisper inside my bones that didn’t feel entirely human.
My breath caught.
Had I imagined that?
A shimmer ran beneath my skin, like electricity u
