The walk back to the cabin was the hardest thing I'd ever done.
Not physically — though my legs ached and my balance wavered with every step. The hardness was in my chest, in the hollow space where she should have been. I could still feel her through the bond, a warm pulse in the back of my mind, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same as having her beside me, her scent in my nose, her hand in mine.
The cabin was dark when I reached it. Empty.
I pushed through the door and stood in the silence, trying to remember how to exist without her.
The clothes she'd given me felt wrong. Too tight, too restrictive, carrying the faint scent of the bad man she'd told me about. Trevor. Even his name made me want to growl.
I pulled off the shirt first, then the sweatpants, letting them fall to the
