Rowan’s POV
The cabin was quieter now, the storm outside masking the forest with a heavy, muffled hush. Inside, the fire crackled low, casting a warm glow over the rough pine walls. Lila and Mira huddled near the hearth, their tails brushing together in a tentative circle of reassurance. Rowan stood nearby, arms crossed, scanning the faces of those around him.
Holly hovered a few feet from the twins, hands pressed over her chest as if the heat of the room—or perhaps the intensity of the moment—was too much to bear. Rowan could feel it before she said a word: something shifting within her. Subtle. Tentative. But undeniable.
He frowned.
Her wolf… stirring.
Not yet awake. Not fully. But aware. And Rowan knew instinctively that whatever had just happened—the reunion, the scents, the heigh
