Savannah: The Pack's Outcast
the woman asked, her voice as soft as waves lapping against a rock.
Savannah’s throat tightened, the words, “I am.” Stuck like pebbles in her mouth. But the man, his smile still kind beat her to it. “Come in child. You look like you could use a fire and a meal.”
And so, she stepped into the warmth, the log cabin closing behind her like a cocoon against the darkness eating into the forest. Orange flames caught her attention and swiftly, Savannah ran towards it, almost shoving her hands into the fireplace to let those flames lick at her skin, warm her inside out.