Dante's POV
The cabin door slammed shut behind us as freezing wind tried to follow us inside.
I dropped the firewood I'd been carrying and immediately started building a fire. My hands moved quickly, but not fast enough. Vale was shivering so hard her teeth were chattering, and her lips were turning blue.
"Get out of those wet clothes," I ordered, not looking at her. "You'll freeze to death."
"T-turn around," she said through chattering teeth.
I turned my back and focused on getting the fire started. Behind me, I could hear fabric rustling as she changed. My wolf senses picked up everything - the sound of wet clothes hitting the floor, the soft whisper of dry fabric against skin, the way her breathing was still unsteady from the cold.
Every instinct I had screamed at me to turn around, to help her, to wrap her in my arms and share my body heat. But I forced myself to stay still.
"Okay," she said softly.
