Calla’s POV
Sleep came in broken pieces, filled with strange dreams about golden eyes and sounds that seemed impossible for any human to make. When I finally woke up, sunlight flooded the room through windows I didn't remember opening. My body felt weighed down by a deep, persistent tiredness. The sheets still smelled like Kane—like leather and wildness, with a hint of something that made my heart ache for reasons I couldn't explain.
Kane hadn't come back. I had been listening for him, waiting to hear his footsteps or the sound of his truck or motorcycle returning, but the cabin stayed quiet, except for the forest sounds that felt too watchful, almost as if they were waiting for something.
Part of me knew I should run. I could grab my few belongings, take his truck keys, and escape befo
