Jacob~
I couldn't rest the night after I saw her again.
Easter.
Even just thinking her name slowed everything in me—the world, my thoughts, the restless noise of the ancient powers that lived beneath my skin. All of it softened. She had that kind of power. Not magical, not mystical. Just… hers.
She'd asked to see me again.
Me.
That simple sentence had played over and over in my head like a heartbeat I couldn't ignore.
So what did I do?
I bought the damn house across the street from hers.
It was impulsive, I'll admit that. But I'm Mist. I wasn't just some love-sick pup chasing after affection—I was the Wolf Spirit. I knew fate when I felt it clawing at my soul. The moment Easter had looked up at me on that park bench with her shy smile and those emerald eyes, I knew. Destiny had cracked open something I'd thought died when I erased her memories.
And I'd be damned if I let it remain dead.
