**Ravyn**
Six months of living in the pack community had taught Ravyn that werewolves were early risers, coffee was a sacred ritual, and the sound of cubs playing in the yard could wake the dead.
She rolled over in the bed she now shared with Grayson every night, automatically reaching for him, only to find cool sheets and the lingering scent of his soap. Through the window of their cabin, she could see him in the training yard with the younger pack members, his massive frame moving with fluid grace as he demonstrated combat techniques.
Their home was small but perfect—a log cabin nestled among the pines, with a stone fireplace, wide windows, and enough space for two people who had learned to share everything. It smelled like pine, coffee, and the unique scent that was purely theirs tog
