SUMMERS POV
I waited for Brent.
The wind outside was stubborn, carrying the scent of pine and rain through the half open windows but I didn’t care. I sat at the edge of the couch with my legs drawn up and my arms crossed, as if they could protect me from the storm stirring up inside me.
And then I saw him.
His silhouette emerged through the trees, his usual broad shoulders were hunched, his steps uneven. My heart sank before he even reached the door. Something was wrong.
Brent never walked like that. He moved like a predator… silent, precise, dangerous. But now, he staggered, and when he pushed the door open, his face was twisted in anger.
And he was bleeding.
“Brent,” I said softly, already moving toward him. “What happened?”
He didn’t answer right away. He tossed his cloak aside
