Evelyn woke to the sound of rustling outside the cabin.

For a moment, disoriented by sleep, she forgot where she was. Her hands reached instinctively for the familiar furs of her bed back in Silvercrest, for the steady warmth of home. But the scent of pine, damp earth, and faint smoke filled her lungs, and reality settled like a heavy stone. She wasn’t in the Silvercrest Pack anymore. She wasn’t waiting for Damien to change his mind.

She was here, in rogue territory. With Ronan.

Her ...