I returned to my workstation, but my thoughts refused to settle, circling restlessly like an unsettled instinct that couldn't find its anchor within the pack's rhythm. Elliot's behavior replayed in my mind, each detail feeling increasingly out of place, as though his usual composure had been replaced by something far more personal and deliberate. The way he reacted wasn't just irritation—it carried intent, the kind that made my instincts question what I was missing. Don't tell me he's… drawn to me? The thought surfaced before I could stop it, unsettling in a way I couldn't dismiss.
