Blake's POV

The thunder started far away, a low growl rolling through the mountains like the sky was clearing its throat. It felt fitting. Everything inside me was doing the same thing. Holding back. Waiting. Bracing for something that could split everything open.

The cabin windows rattled softly as the wind picked up. Rain tapped against the glass in uneven rhythms, slow at first, then heavier, like it was gathering courage. I stood near the window in Elena’s body, arms wrapped around ...