Chapter Forty-Two – Paranormal Realm 40
Back in the Werewolf Continent
(Rowan's POV)
Morning came softly. Not gently, just softly, like the house itself did not want to wake me too fast.
I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, listening to the muted sounds downstairs. Cutlery clinking. My father's low voice. My mother humming under her breath. Normal sounds. Safe sounds.
My mind was anything but.
Maxx had barely slept.
I did not need him to say it. I felt it in the way his body kept shifting beside me, in the uneven rhythm of his breathing, shallow one moment and too deep the next, like he was fighting something even in his dreams. Even now, awake, there was a tightness in him that did not ease.
I pushed myself out of bed and dressed quickly. I skipped the mirror. I did not want to look at my own face this morning. I was afraid I might see the distraction written all over it.
When we went downstairs, Maxx was quieter than usual.
