Rayna POV
"His hands shouldn’t feel like safety. But gods, they do." I said to my wolf.
This time she responded. Not with words, but with a soft growl of approval.
The cabin door creaked closed behind me, but I didn’t turn.
I couldn’t.
Not with him standing there, shadow-silent, the heat of his body already curling along the back of my neck.
I stood in the middle of the room, fists still clenched. My shirt was torn at the shoulder, the sleeve sticky with blood. My palms were scraped raw, and I could still feel the faint echo of power in my veins - like something had reached up through the cracked stone and touched me.
No. Claimed me.
A temple buried in ash. Maddox’s snarling face. The wind that rose when I bled.
Everything blurred in my chest like stormwater.
Damon stepped forwa
