Damien's POV
The warmth of the fireplace filled the room, the crackle of flames breaking the silence. Remi stood near the hearth, droplets of rain sliding down her neck and soaking into her shirt. She looked small, vulnerable even, as she stared into the fire, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
I grabbed a towel from the nearby chair and walked over to her, holding it out. "Here. You'll catch your death."
She glanced up at me, her eyes still carrying the storm she'd just walked through, but she took the towel without a word.
Her silence wasn't surprising. The weight of everything—her transition, the pack's war with Elias, Serena's betrayal—had to feel like a suffocating blanket.
"Let me," I said softly, taking a step closer.
Her brows knitted, but she didn't stop
