Morning sunlight filtered through the guest room curtains of the Moonstrike Pack, gently caressing Robyn’s peaceful face.
The air felt much warmer than the night before, and the faint scent of burning pinewood drifted from the fireplace.
Robyn blinked slowly. Her body was still weak, but the heaviness she’d felt last night—the dark wave that drained her strength—was gone.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed someone sleeping beside the bed, head resting on the mattress, hand still clutching hers tightly.
“Ryan…” she whispered softly.
Ryan stirred, then jolted awake. His eyes widened instantly. “Robyn?”
Robyn smiled faintly. “You slept here?”
Relief and joy washed over Ryan’s face all at once. He tightened his grip on her hand and lowered his head, as if he could finally br
