The emptiness of her room was starting to wear on her. She'd never cared when she was younger, thankful for a place to escape to and call her own. She had felt like the pack always needed something from her father, going to her when Logan was unreachable. Her room had been a sanctuary, a safe place where she could hide to avoid the constant barrage.

The barrage no longer stopped at her bedroom door. It seemed someone was always knocking, always waiting for her just outside. ...