(Juliana's POV)
The faint light of dawn crept through the cracks in the safe house walls, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Sleep had come in restless waves, each dream more vivid than the last. My wolf's voice echoed faintly in my mind, her presence both comforting and unsettling.
I sat up on the cot, rubbing my temples. The room was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the small fire Jaxon had built before we fell asleep. Hak sat at the table, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp as he sifted through a bundle of old maps and papers.
"You're awake," he said, glancing up at me.
"Barely," I muttered, stretching my sore muscles.
Jaxon emerged from the shadows near the door, his stance as guarded as ever. "We should leave soon," he said, his tone brisk. "The witches won't wa
