Dax POV
The Mating Cabin’s bed is a tangle of rumpled sheets that still carry her honeysuckle scent - wild and intoxicating - but it’s empty. The cool space beside me a hollow ache that makes Rune whine, a low, restless rumble in my chest that claws at my ribs like a storm trapped in a cage. The late afternoon sun filters through the window, bathing the wooden walls in a soft golden haze, the lake outside lapping gently against the shore, but the quiet feels wrong without her—her teasing laugh, her spicy chirps, the way Veyra’s purr synced with Rune’s howl last night, their bond a blaze that left us breathless and marked.
I sit up, the sheets pooling at my waist, my skin still tingling from her nails, her bites, the glowing tattoo on my neck shimmering faintly like moonlight on water. W
