WREN'S POV
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the warmth of the blanket wrapped around me. The faint sunlight that filtered through the windows of Hunter’s room and the cool breeze brushing gently against the curtains told me it was morning. My body felt heavy, and the dull ache in my wrists and ankles reminded me of what I had just escaped. Hunter's scent was everywhere—earthy, warm, and oddly calming. It felt safe, I was finally home.
I tried to sit up, but the sharp ache in my ribs stopped me. The smallest movement made me wince. As I shifted, my hand brushed against something firm and warm. My gaze moved, and there he was. Hunter, My Big Dog.
He sat in the chair beside me, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his broad shoulders tense and his head buried in his h
