Elara’s POV
The rain stopped sometime before dawn.
I lay in my narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence. No drumming on the roof. No wind rattling the windows. Just the quiet, heavy stillness that follows a storm.
My wolf was restless.
“Something's out there”, she said.
“I know. The yellow eyes. I know.”
I had seen them from my window before I went to sleep, two points of light in the darkness, watching the lodge. Not Sera. Not Kael. Someone else. Someone who had been there for days, maybe longer.
I had told Dorian. He had searched the perimeter, found nothing, and told me it was probably an animal. But my wolf knew better. And so did I.
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I dressed in the dark and went downstairs. Dorian was in the kitchen, making coffee. His back was to me, his shoulders te
