Ravena's POV
I woke slowly, my mind caught somewhere between sleep and waking. Everything felt heavy and… soft, like I was floating in water.
The first thing that caught my attention was a scent.
It was faint but intoxicating. Clean and woodsy, with something darker that made my wolf stir restlessly.
"Evander," she whispered.
My eyes fluttered open, and the world came into focus in pieces. The soft glow of a lantern. The canvas walls of a tent. And him.
Evander was beside me, holding a cloth and a bowl of water.
He was gently tending to my wounds.
I tried to sit up immediately, instinct taking over. "I can do it myself."
His hand pressed gently but firmly against my shoulder, stopping me. "Stay still."
"I don't need..."
"You are exhausted," he said quietly, his tone leaving no
