Thursday felt like a turning point in my life, one of those quiet days that didn't look important from the outside but shifted something deep inside my bones. I took a half-day leave and moved all my luggage out of the apartment, officially leaving behind a space that never truly felt like my den. With Francis helping me, box after box was loaded and unloaded, the scent of change clinging to my skin. By the time everything was moved into my new place, my wolf stirred restlessly inside me, recognizing unfamiliar territory and instinctively marking it as ours.
