Chapter 71

AnalieseHours had passed since I’d heard the stranger's voice, but sleep still wasn't happening. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for what felt like the thousandth time. The digital clock beside my bed glowed 3:42 a.m. in bright red numbers.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the cabin, the ropes,, and the stranger’s voice beyond the darkness. And Takoda. Especially Takoda.My stomach immediately tightened, though it wasn’t because of the rescue, because he'd tracked me through the woods, or because he'd kicked a cabin door off its hinges, although all of those things deserved some attention. No, my brain had apparently decided to focus on the fact that the man had shifted out of wolf form and burst into the cabin completely naked.W

Chapter 72

Morning found me long before sleep ever did.Gray light filtered through the bedroom curtains, turning the ceiling into a pale wash of winter shadows. I lay still for another minute, listening to the old house settle around me. A pipe groaned somewhere inside the wall. Floorboards creaked downstairs. Then the unmistakable hiss of bacon reached my room.I pushed the blankets aside and sat up slowly, my jaw tightening as every muscle protested the movement. The bruise beneath my cheekbone had darkened overnight. The cut near my temple pulled when I frowned. I reached for the sleeve of my sweatshirt and rolled it back just enough to study my wrist under the pale light. I could see the rope burns circling my skin in angry red bands.Tugging the fabric back into place, I covered the marks.Minutes later, as I crossed the room, the mirror above my dresser caught my reflection. Feet stilling, I gazed at my reflection for several seconds, simply looking at my face in the glass. I didn't look

Chapter 73

~Takoda~Grandma Dawson closed the front door behind me. The latch settled with a quiet click, barely loud enough to matter, yet the sound moved through the old house like a lock turning somewhere deeper than wood and brass.Warm air pressed against the cold clinging to my jacket. Coffee sat on the table and the odor of bacon grease lingered within the kitchen, as well that of burnt toast, old pine floors, and cinnamon. Beneath it all was the scent of the four Dawson women who had spent generations living in a house built over secrets.Analiese stood a few feet away from me in the front hall. I didn't look at her immediately, which was a mistake. Not looking at her had become a separate kind of attention, one that sharpened everything else. The shift of her sleeve over the rope burns, the way she held her right arm too close to her body, and the faint hitch in her breathing when I stepped past the threshold, were all impossible to ignore. My wolf noticed all of it, and so did I.Grand

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