Elara’s POV
Sunlight peeked through the curtains. Still half-asleep, my hand blindly reached out for the other side of the bed. But all I felt were cold sheets and empty air.
That woke me up real fast. He wasn't here.
No Kael with his hard chest and warm arms. And definitely no morning look from him—that look that always made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the damn world.
I was a long way from our cozy safe house. And I sure as hell wasn't in the Blackwood pack, that place I stupidly thought was "home" for a hot minute.
I looked around as the room came into focus in the morning light. Modern furniture, crisp white walls, and a bright blue ocean right outside the window. The Bloodmoon pack. I was in the cliffside guest house.
Last night's memories hit me like a ton of b
