I woke before sunrise, the same way I had for the past three years.
For a few seconds I forgot where I was. Then the cedar scent of the sheets and the low, steady pull in my chest reminded me. I was back in Silver Moon territory. Asher was sleeping on the other side of the wall. And nothing about this situation was under my control the way I had planned.
I dressed quickly in the clothes I had arrived in, strapped my dual blades across my back, and stepped into the hallway.
The pack house was still quiet. I moved silently toward the stairs, intending to get a sense of the grounds before most of the pack woke. I made it only halfway down the corridor before a door opened behind me.
“Going somewhere?”
Asher’s voice was rough with sleep, but the Alpha authority underneath it was unmistaka
