Kamrynn's POV
The warmth of the Pack House did little to ease the chill that clung to my skin. My clothes were damp from the rain, sticking uncomfortably to my body as I stood in the quiet of the room they’d given me. It was familiar, yet foreign—so much had changed since I was last here.
I peeled off the wet fabric and reached for the dry clothes left on the bed. As I pulled the soft, warm fabric over my skin, my mind was already elsewhere. Lorien.
He would try to leave soon. That much I was sure of. He wasn’t the kind of man to linger in places where he had no purpose, and moreover, there was the issue of his rut. Now that he had delivered me here safely, his reason for staying was gone. But I couldn’t let him leave. Not yet. Searching for Sherelle on my own would be like looking for
