***Rainah***
The atmosphere in the ravine was thick enough to choke on. It wasn't just the cold, though the winter had settled into the marrow of our bones; it was the friction. Sawyer was sitting near the fire, his bandaged shoulder a stark, white contrast to the dark, soot-stained fur of the pack members surrounding him. He was quiet, his eyes fixed on the flames, but I could feel the tension radiating off him. He was a man out of his element, a predator who had been forced to rely on the very creatures he once hunted.
Jaxon and Lila were the ones pushing the hardest. They had never trusted him—not when he was the shadow in the woods, not when he was the one leaving the offerings, and certainly not now, when he was bleeding on our pine boughs.
"He’s a liability," Jaxon growled, his vo
