Jill’s pov
The heavy wooden bar clicked into place, shutting out the storm and leaving us in the quiet dark of the cabin.
Rain hammered against the shingled roof, but inside, the cold draft faded, replaced by the dry smell of old cedar and the suffocating warmth of our combined scents.
Ted stepped away from the door. He knelt by the stone hearth, striking a flint until a dry pine knot caught fire, casting a warm, flickering orange glow across the small room.
I leaned my back against the rough log wall, my chest heaving as my wolf thrashed wildly beneath my ribs. Every nerve in my body was buzzing, singing with an intense, electric heat that made my skin prickle under my wet riding gear.
Ted stood up, his tall frame blocking the firelight. He looked at me, his dark eyes flaring bright
