LEILA'S POV:
Locking up the café, I felt a prickle of unease skitter down my spine, as if someone were watching me. The street was deserted, lit only by the soft glow of the street lamps and the quiet hum of a few distant cars. I glanced over my shoulder, scanning the shadows, but no one was there. Just an empty stretch of sidewalk and the quiet of the evening.
Get a grip, Leila, I thought, trying to shake the feeling. Ever since I'd left the pack, my nerves had been on high alert. Living among humans was peaceful, but the quiet could be unnerving. No pack members constantly around, no familiar scents, no steady hum of my old life. The calm felt strange, unsettling even. Or maybe I just missed the comforting sounds that used to be my background. And yet, I couldn't help but admit I also felt… free. Just me and Ash, with no one to answer to.
But right now, my senses felt heightened, and not in a good way.
