Ravena's POV
I woke to a comforting warmth as sunlight streamed through the tent, painting everything in shades of amber. Blinking slowly, my eyes adjusted to the light, and I felt something heavy and warm draped over my shoulders.
It was Evander's cloak.
The fabric still carried his scent. That clean, woodsy smell that made my wolf stir contentedly.
A soft warmth spread through my chest, settling there like embers glowing in the dark.
He had stayed. He had cared for me. And even after I fell asleep, he had left his cloak to keep me warm.
I sat up slowly, my body still aching but feeling more rested than it had in days. My fingers touched the fabric of the cloak, tracing the edges.
"Where is he?" I asked quietly, looking around the tent.
Mira was sitting nearby, sharpening her bla
