Caroline’s POV
The first light of dawn cut through the living room windows like sharp, cold blades. My eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing I felt was not pain but the fading warmth drifting from the dying fire. Then I moved, and reality hit me like last night’s icy wind.
My left arm throbbed dully beneath the bandage, but the expected, murderous pain never came. Instead, I felt strangely alert. Every part of me hummed with energy, as if my body refused to acknowledge the trauma of the night before.
Rowan was still there.
He sat in the armchair, his head tilted slightly back, eyes closed, but even in sleep his posture was threatening. The moment I looked at him, the image flashed through my mind. The enormous black wolf. The brutal force with which he tore the gray beast away fr
