Sindy
The lodge loomed like something out of a dream—or maybe a nightmare.
The drive up the winding road had been long, the tires crunching over gravel, headlights painting the towering pines in fleeting bands of gold. When the car finally stopped, I half expected to wake up in my own bed, sweaty and shaken from a bad dream. But the heavy doors that opened before me, the scent of woodsmoke and wild pine, the quiet murmur of male voices echoing from inside… none of it dissolved into mist.
This was real.
This was my life now.
The wolves who had brought me here flanked me as we entered, but I didn’t miss the way they stole glances at me—as if they knew some secret I hadn’t yet discovered. Maybe they did. Maybe I was the only fool still pretending I wasn’t broken open, bleeding fate at th
