At the Guardian Pack
A wave of cold brushed over Maya’s face, snapping across her skin like icy fingers. She shivered, eyelids fluttering open, the heavy scent of pinewood and medicinal herbs stinging her nose. The dim room pressed around her, shadows clinging to the walls, suffocating and thick.
Her eyes shut again, exhaustion like wet sand pulling her down, but then it hit her.
What had happened before she blacked out—Logan’s mark sinking into her skin, the dark pressure of his presence, the way her body trembled under his claim. The memory slammed into her like a violent tide.
Her eyes flew open, wide, panic flooding her chest. She gasped, clutching the sheets as if they could anchor her to reality. Her breath came in fast, uneven pants, her heart clawing against her ribs.
“I wish
