(Isla)
The cabin was smaller than I expected.
Not in a bad way. In the way that things were smaller than you imagined when the person describing them had spent years filling them with their own solitude. It sat in the clearing like it belonged there, tucked under the pines with the mountains visible beyond the tree line, dark and quiet and entirely separate from everything we'd left behind at the pack house.
Caius pushed the door open and stepped aside to let me in first.
I went in and stood for a moment just looking.
One room. A fireplace on the far wall. A table with two chairs. A bed along one side, not large, not dressed the way our quarters were dressed, just a bed with plain covers that had been there a long time and showed it. A shelf with a few things on it. A window facing th
