Raven's POV
When I woke up the next morning, Rowan wasn’t by my side.
I turned left, then right, my heart picking up speed when I didn’t see him. Sitting up quickly, I scanned the campsite, my pulse hammering in my ears.
No. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t just leave me—would he?
Panic started to creep in, my wolf stirring restlessly in the back of my mind. I was about to storm off and track him down when I saw a figure approaching from the trees.
Rowan.
My breath caught as relief washed over me. His curly hair was damp, falling over his face, drops of water trailing down his sharp jawline.
He looked fresh like he had just taken a bath, the early morning sun casting a glow over his bare skin.
I swallowed hard and walked toward him. “I thought you left.”
He arched a brow, amused. “No, I
