** Poppy’s POV **
I wake up slowly. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. Warmth surrounds me, the steady weight of a blanket pulled up to my shoulders, and the faint scent of smoke.
Then I realise two things at once. First… I’m not alone. Second… I didn’t run. My heart stutters as memory rushes back in a wave. The cabin, the couch, Jake, Leo.
Carefully, I open my eyes. My head is in Jake’s lap as he sits on the couch. He’s still asleep, his head tilted awkwardly against the couch cushion. I bet he will have a stiff neck today. Do werewolves even get stiff necks?… probably not. One of his hands is still loosely tangled with mine, never letting go, even in his sleep.
On the other side of the couch, Leo is awake, watching me. His gaze softens when he sees my eyes open.
“Morning,” he s
