Anna's POV:

Light spills across my face.

I open my eyes. The cabin ceiling curves above me, unfamiliar wood grain catching the morning glow.

'Where—'

The yacht. We're on Alexander's yacht.

I roll over. The other side of the bed is empty, sheets pulled back.

Salt air drifts through the open porthole, carrying the sound of waves lapping against the hull.

I sit up. Pull the blanket around my shoulders.

Nicole stirs in my mind. My wolf. She ...