By the time the packhouse finally went quiet, I felt like my bones were made of lead. Decorating, being stalked by Ronan, baking, decorating again, being stalked by Ronan again, fake smiles, annoying wolves, suspicious rogues. It was too much. I barely managed to drag myself up the stairs and into my room.
I shut the door, kicked my boots off, and collapsed face-first onto the pillow. Sleep grabbed me the second my eyes closed.
Unfortunately, it did not keep me for long.
A soft scratching woke me first. Faint. Almost imagined. I rolled over, half asleep, and pulled the blanket over my head.
Scratch.
I frowned into the pillow.
Scratch. Slightly louder.
My eyes snapped open.
I lifted my head and stared at the window directly across from my bed. Shadows curled across the glass from t
