Nevara
I woke with sunlight spilling through the curtains, warm and bright against my skin.
My whole body ached—the deep, steady kind of ache that felt earned rather than endured. Every muscle pulsed in protest, but beneath the soreness lay a quiet satisfaction. I’d slept better than I had in months.
The fire had long gone out, yet the cabin still held the faint smell of cedar smoke. I stretched, winced, and laughed softly under my breath. My wolf stirred somewhere deep inside, content and drowsy. She liked it here; I could feel that much.
After washing up, I threw together a quick breakfast of toast, eggs, and the last of the orange juice. While I ate, I studied the map I’d drawn on the back of a scrap envelope the night before—just rough sketches of where the garden, the shed, and th
