Lilia POV

Passion and lust still consumed Lilia. Mercifully, the task of gathering wood and building their fire distracted her from Dane and his caresses. And he'd left in search of game, shifting into his wolf form, before things got heated.

She needed to find some kindling. Fallen branches, thick enough to make a good fire. She’d picked up more hawthorn wood to use in the fire, but it had been wet and not exactly ideal for burning. It should be dried out now. ...