Damon.
It was morning again and I woke up the same way I always did in unfamiliar places with my senses already sharp and ears tuned to the soft creak of the roof beams above the distant rustle of wind across brittle grass and the even, shallow breath beside me that meant Willow was still asleep.
The mattress wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Thin, worn in the middle and smelled faintly of dried herbs and sunlight but it had enough warmth to keep her from shivering and for now, that was all I needed it to be.
I sat up slowly, careful not to disturb her. She’d been given another dose of sleep tonic last night. Elder Toma said it would help with recovery, make the wolf settle so it could focus on healing instead of anxiety or rage. I didn’t argue. The less Willow fought her body, th
