Dawn broke over the cabin, pale light filtering through dusty windows. Mia woke with a start, momentarily confused by the unfamiliar surroundings. Then it all rushed back—the game, Logan's transformation, their escape.
She sat up, scanning the small room. The fire had died down to embers. The wolf was gone.
"Logan?"
No answer.
Panic gripped her. Had he left her here? Abandoned her in the Alaskan wilderness?
The cabin door creaked open. She jumped to her feet, grabbing a poker from beside the woodstove.
A man stumbled in—naked, shivering, covered in dirt and blood. Logan. Human again.
"Help," he rasped, then collapsed on the floor.
Mia dropped the poker and rushed to him. His skin burned with fever, muscles spasming beneath her touch. The rejection sickness, combined with a forced t
