Chapter 3
My internal clock woke me up at dawn, the warm glow of the early sun peeking through the curtains. My wolf stirred faintly within me, sensing the quiet of the morning. Despite the peace around me, my mind was far from settled.
As soon as my eyes opened, I spotted Ezra Silvan standing by the mirror, adjusting his shirt. He usually slept late, his nights filled with pack patrols or his personal escapades. To see him up so early was unusual—this might have been a first.
Hearing me stir, he turned, his sharp golden eyes scanning me before his lips quirked into a playful grin. “What do you think?” he asked, gesturing to his perfectly tailored outfit.
Ezra always had a way of making even the simplest clothes look elegant. Today, though, he’d clearly put in extra effort. His black shirt hugged his lean, muscular frame, and his charcoal-gray jacket was tailored to perfection. Once, the sight of him like this would have made my wolf’s heart race. But now? It only left me cold.
I nodded, keeping my voice steady. “You look fine.”
He smirked, apparently satisfied. “I’ve got a pack meeting today. Be good while I’m gone,” he teased, his tone casual. “I’ll bring you something sweet when I get back.”
He ruffled my hair like I was a pup and turned to leave. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the room filled with silence once more.
I pushed back the covers and made my way to the kitchen, planning to grab a quick cup of coffee. That’s when I noticed his phone on the counter. It wasn’t like Ezra to leave it behind; he was always glued to it.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I reached for it, my fingers brushing against the screen. It lit up instantly, revealing a message from someone saved in his contacts as “Lyra.”
The name sent a chill down my spine.
“Ezra, it’s been six years. I’m so happy we’re finally meeting today. Are you looking forward to it as much as I am?”
My breath caught in my throat, and I felt my wolf stir uneasily within me. Lyra. The name whispered through my mind like a cruel reminder. She was the one. The she-wolf who had left him years ago. His first love.
Now, I understood why he was up early, dressed to perfection, his face practically glowing. He was meeting her.
The door opened suddenly, and Ezra walked back in. He froze when he saw me holding his phone, his eyes narrowing. “Did you... look at my phone?”