Author's pov
Enzo sat on the velvet couch, his body lounging with a relaxed authority, but his eyes were far from idle. They traced every tremor that wracked Tiara's sleeping form. Her body was trembling, despite the warmth of the blanket that draped over her. His piercing gaze flickered briefly to the clock—6 PM. He had been sitting there for hours, just watching her. His mind swirled with unspoken questions.
*How the hell did she survive?* he wondered, his brow furrowing in thought. *Is she... also a wolf?* No answer came, only the steady rhythm of her shallow breaths filled the silence between them.
Slowly, Tiara began to stir. She opened her eyes, blinking against the low light in the room. The familiar ceiling came into view, and the realization dawned on her. She was still here, in *his* territory. Her heart sank.
"I'm still here," she thought to herself, swallowing back the lump in her throat. "When the hell is he going to let me go?"
