The Human Among Wolves (Aurora) novel Chapter 332

Chapter 332

Mira flopped onto her bed with a soft sigh, still buzzing with energy. “Hot shower first?” she asked, already reaching for her towel.

“Yes,” I muttered, dragging myself toward the bathroom.

I barely registered her nod before shutting the door behind me. The moment the lock clicked, I let out a shuddering breath, leaning against the cool wall. The room smelled faintly of cleaning products, mixed with the hgering warmth from the pipes. It felt empty, quiet, a small oasis from the chaos of the day-and from Zayn.

I started the water, testing the temperature with a tentative hand, letting he steam rise around me. The warmth hit like a balm, easing the tension from my shoulders, loosening my stiff muscles, and finally coaxing some of the exhaustion out of my chest. I stepped in, letting the water cascade over me, washing away the grit of snow, the ache of my limbs, and the sharp knot of anxiety that had lodged itself somewhere

behind my ribcage.

For a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the water drown out everything-the laughter from other students in the hallway, the wind that had sliced across my face all day, the tight coil of jealousy that still burned in my chest. I focused on the small things: the rhythm of the water, the

scent of the shampoo I’d brought, the soft hum of the bathroom heater.

I scrubbed every inch of myself slowly, deliberately, letting the mundane, physical act of washing my hair and body anchor me to reality. The wolf inside me was quiet for now, but I could feel it still, low and restless, curled beneath the surface. I ignored it, letting the heat of the

shower remind me that not all battles had to be fought immediately.

Finally, I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a thick towel, shivering slightly as I stepped out onto the cold tile. I dried my hair

carefully, then pulled on fresh clothes-sweatpants and a soft hoodie, warm enough to make me feel human again. The mirror reflected a face

still pale, eyes still slightly glassy from fatigue, but at least I could meet my own gaze without wincing.

I sank onto my bed, letting out a long, shaky breath, the fatigue of the day finally catching up with me. Mira was already sprawled across her

own bed, scrolling through her phone, but I didn’t have the energy for conversation. I curled into myself, feeling the ache in my legs and the

heaviness of my arms. Sleep seemed like a distant dream, tantalizing but just out of reach.

Then, just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. My heart jumped, and I reached for it

automatically, expecting maybe a message from girls or a notification from the hotel.

The screen lit up. Unknown number.

I hesitated. Part of me wanted to ignore it entirely, to let the mystery fester and pretend it didn’t exist. But something-a pull I couldn’t

explain-made me swipe to answer.

“Hello?” My voice was cautious, hesitant.

And then I heard it.

“Come outside. We need to talk.”

It was Zayn.

The world seemed to tilt slightly. My pulse spiked, and a rush of conflicting emotions surged through me: confusion, relief, anger, worry, and… something I couldn’t name.

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But before I could finish, the line went quiet, leaving only the faint

wine against my war

I sat there, frozen, my mind spinning. Outside? Why now? After everything yesterday? After this morning? And why

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