Everything looked old, with rustic charm, but I was confident most of it was new. Or new to the cabin, at least.
The wooden floors were worn to perfection, with soft, earthy rugs stretched over them. The walls were a light shade of beige that made everything feel cozy. There was no art hung up, but some of the walls were paneled, some were logged wood, and a few strategic ones were either made of or covered with bricks.
Honestly, it was gorgeous.
And comfortable in a way even the Supernatural Resort couldn’t compete with.
I suppose it helped that the whole place smelled like Bo.
Even though that bastard was the closest thing I’d ever had to an enemy, we’d spent so much time around each other that he had always smelled like home to me.
I grabbed a blanket out of a closet and set my bag on top of it, beside the couch. The better I covered my scent, the less pissed Bo would be that he’d had to let me stay.
Even though he technicallyhadn’thad to let me stay.
He was the one who led me to his cabin. I hadn’t asked for a rescue.
I did appreciate it, though.
The alternative would’ve been a hellish trek. Assuming I actually survived.
But like I said, dying in the forest still would’ve been better than marrying the alpha.
So, with Ambrose sleeping in the garage and the heater making his cabin nice and warm, life was good for the moment. Or better than I would’ve expected, at least.
My phone had been in the car, plugged into the stereo, so I was sure it was toast. The fire had been way too close not to fry it. Even if it hadn’t, the alpha could probably track me with it.
I spent at least half an hour beneath the rain shower in Bo’s updated bathroom before climbing out and drying off. All of the clothes on the top of my bag were wet—thank you, shitty old duffel bag—so I just threw on a comfortable bralette and a pair of shorts. I didn’t bother putting my damp clothes in the dryer. I probably wouldn’t be able to take them with me when I snuck out the next morning, since I’d have to shift to get out.
I turned on Bo’s TV before curling up on his couch between two thick blankets, and numbed myself with a spy movie until I fell asleep.
two
MADISON
My alarm wentoff at the ass crack of dawn, and I forced myself off the couch with a soft groan.
I had to be quiet, or I’d risk waking up Bo. His ears worked way too well.
I wasn’t about to break into his fridge or take any of his food, so I stumbled over to the window. Before I started pulling it open, my gaze caught on what was at my eye level outside.
I squinted.
Snow.
Nearly to the window.
I wasn’t anywhere near hopeful enough—or stupid enough—to think I could make the trek back to Cub Lake or anywhere else in that.
Which meant I was going to be stuck in Bo’s house until the snow melted or there was time to clear the roads.
Crap.
I dragged a hand over my head, messing up my tangled, unruly red hair a little more.
Yeah. I was screwed.
So I shuffled back to the couch, tucked myself between the blankets again, and went back to sleep.
