Elle’s POV
I woke up with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding like I had been running in a dream.
Then I heard it.
That sound.
That same awful, powerful sound I had heard before. A deep, echoing roar that made the floor seem to vibrate. It shook the walls, crept through the silence, and wrapped itself around my spine.
It was happening again.
My eyes flew open, adjusting slowly to the soft glow of the moonlight pouring through the window. I blinked up at the ceiling for a second, confused. I wasn’t on the couch anymore. I was in bed. Tucked in. Wrapped in blankets that smelled like clean cotton and faintly of pinewood.
Ethan.
He must have carried me up here after I fell asleep downstairs.
The thought made something flutter in my chest—just for a moment.
But the roar came again, lou
