Rayna POV
The fire had burned low. Damon was gone.
I sat curled in the itchy wool blanket, breath shallow, chest tight. The bond still hummed like a blade under my skin. It hadn’t faded, no matter how hard I tried to smother it.
Why did he leave like that? Why touch me like I mattered - then walk away like I didn’t?
Oh. I got enough of this. He just messes with my mind. Again.
The silence in the cabin wasn’t peace. It was suffocating.
I needed air. Maybe I couldn't shift yet until my wolf will be fully okay, but walk should do the thing.
I grabbed the cloak from the peg and wrapped it around my shoulders. The night air hit my skin like a slap - cold, sharp, real. Good. I welcomed it.
The forest was quiet, too quiet.
I only got a few steps past the porch before I heard it.
“Out fo
