At the cabin in the mountains….
It felt like forever, but night eventually came.
Strangely, Roman had settled. Though still feral, the beast within him had quieted, no longer thrashing against the walls, trying to be free.
To be honest, Asher and Alaric were tempted to return to Violet, but if earlier events had taught them anything, then they were safer out there than the inside where Violet's scent would tempt them into losing control.
The plan was to survive the night in this cabin with Roman, and by dawn, pray the fever broke. They sat in heavy silence with their backs pressed to the wall, when Roman's ears twitched and his nose flared.
A low, rumbling growl rolled from his chest.
Alaric straightened. "What now?" he muttered, already bracing himself. Just when he had started to believe Roman was calming down.
But Asher was already alert, his eyes narrowing. Roman wasn't acting up, but was reacting to something.
"There's someone out there," Asher said grimly.
