BITTERSWEET PART 3: ARMATA AND CALISTA

Armata / Levi

The first light of dawn seeps through the curtains as I drag myself out of bed. The damned chirping of the birds outside feels like a mockery after a night spent wrestling with my own demons. Sleep had been elusive, slipping through my grasp like smoke, leaving me tangled in a web of fucke up thoughts.

With a heavy sigh, I push myself into a sitting position, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The echoes of the previous night reverberate through my mind, the memory of Calista’s persistent presence and the turmoil she stirred within me refusing to fade.

My muscles ache, a tangible reminder of the shift into my wolf form and the cathartic run through the forest.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and I curse under my breath. The reflection in the mirror shows a man caught between the jagged edges of duty and desire.

Regardless, duty calls, and at 5 a.m., I’m on my feet. I haven’t slept a wink, but this is my routine, my discipline. It doesn’t give a damn abo