Roldan's POV

Rae abruptly pulls away, her expression an alarming mix of panic and shock. I don’t need to ask why. As her wide, terrified eyes dart around, I look to the same spot and realize what she’s seen.

We aren’t in our room at the packhouse. Instead, we find ourselves sprawled on the rug before her cabin’s fireplace. In the next room, our children are nestled on the couch, sleeping peacefully.

“Shit,” I exhale, my chest heaving as my ...