The cabin sits deep in the woods—far from the pack, far from noise, far from responsibility.
Just theirs.
Jack built it years ago, long before Samantha. A place to think. To breathe.
Now… it feels like it was always meant for this.
For her.
The moment they step inside, Samantha feels it intensify.
Heat.
It wraps around her like fire under her skin, every nerve heightened, every breath heavier. She grips the edge of the wooden table, steadying herself.
Jack notices instantly.
Of course he does.
“Samantha…” His voice is already strained, rougher than usual.
She lets out a shaky breath, not turning around. “I didn’t think it would hit this fast.”
Jack closes the door behind them, slower than necessary—like he’s trying to control himself. Trying to stay grounded.
But the scent in
