My hands were still shaking slightly as I climbed the stairs to room 217 at the Oak Knot. My backpack sat exactly where I'd left it. I wasted no time grabbing for it and looking around in one final sweep.
Because if I stopped too long, Vrika would stir in agitation. Restless in my mindscape because… my mind was also restless. My wolf kept replaying the moment Kyrie had pinned that rogue and the moment I brushed close to her.
The deadly promise in her voice that I fully believed she'd make good on if needed. The way she'd frozen completely when I'd commanded her not to move. How it made me feel wrong and powerful all at once.
> Just let me cool off, you can bring it up later. But also - don't bring it up later! <
Walking here tonight… and now walking back after dropping off the room key a final time… felt different after what happened. The confidence I'd felt after securing my new apartment had been shaken and leaves me looking over my shoulder more than usual.
