Camila's POV:
It's been three days. My ankle has healed enough for me to walk around without needing to hold onto the nearest object.
Mark and I haven't actually spoken much. Partly because I was still terrified about him, and partly Because I just didn't know what to say sometimes.
He let me use the bedroom, there was only one in the cabin. I woke up once in the middle of the night and saw him asleep on the couch. He looked so big compared to it.
Mark was home most of the time. Either he was doing something in the house, or he was just out of sight I didn't even know what he was doing sometimes. He was so silent for a big guy. He moved around with a grace and fluidity I'd only seen on someone as Alpha Damian .
I did my very best not to think about blood moon pack or Jake or Isabella,
