Rayna’s POV
Rayna sat on the edge of the low cot, the rough wool blanket bunched in her lap. The room was simple: wood walls, one crooked window, a small table with a chipped mug and a candle stump, wax pooled like melted bones. It smelled of pine, smoke, and him.
Damon.
She hated how fast her mind went to him.
He hadn’t returned after storming out. And part of her was grateful. The other part - the irrational, traitorous one - kept listening for footsteps.
She pressed her fingers to her temple, willing the thoughts away.
“I’m not here to moon over a temperamental rogue Alpha,” she muttered to herself.
With nothing else to do and too much energy to sit still, she started exploring. The cabin was more secure than she’d expected - solid frame, strong lock on the inside of the door, h
