An Uneasy Respite

Rhys's childhood bedroom was surprisingly spacious, with large windows overlooking the Warner family's sprawling property. As I gazed at the trees where Jaxon's wolf had disappeared earlier, I couldn't help but wonder if he was still out there, prowling the perimeter.

"You can take the bed," Rhys offered, dropping my small bag of borrowed clothes on a chair. "I'll sleep on the floor."

"Don't be ridiculous," I protested. "That bed is huge. We can share."

Silas entered the room behind us, carrying extra pillows. "Actually, I think we're all bunking in here tonight."

I raised my eyebrows. "All of us?"