Grace
he sun dipped beneath the horizon, and the single window of the cabin transformed into a dark mirror, reflecting the lamplight instead of the world outside. The shift made Grace uneasy, so she drew the heavy curtains shut, sealing away the night. There were no overhead lights in the cabin, only a few dim lamps scattered around, their glow soft and golden. It might have been cozy, even romantic, if not for the threat of the vampire that lingered beyond their refuge.
Kaleb had returned earlier with a container of food Natasha had prepared, and the two of them now sat across from each other at the rough wooden table, eating cold caribou pierogies straight out of the packaging. Their conversation about her joining the pack still hovered between them. He had grown a little distant after
