Rebecca

The first thing I noticed was the silence.

No birds. No wind. No heartbeat but my own.

The fire had burned out sometime before dawn, leaving the cabin heavy with cold air and the smell of smoke.

I sat up slowly, the blanket sliding from my shoulders, and listened. Nothing. No footsteps outside. No low, steady breathing that used to anchor me when I could not sleep.

He was gone.

Where did he go?

I decided to ask Thane.

I pulled on my ...