Eliza could hear the soft patter of rain outside her window. She wrapped herself tighter in her mother’s shawl while sitting on her bed in the Peralta hacienda. She had been seated there for a while and couldn’t think of any reason to move from the spot.
After making it down the mountain before a heavy downpour pinned them on the narrow road, she came straight to her room, leaving Alejandro and Dakota at the entrance of the pack house. She was sure they would discuss her quiet demeanor and try to decipher it, but she was also sure that neither one of them knew what was actually going on in her head. She barely did.
She wasn’t positive how much time she had spent ruminating on the bed when Dakota walked in, but she hardly moved when she heard the door open and shut.
“I brought you a pl
