Logan helped her down the steps to the leaf-strewn ground, taking a lung-filling deep breath the moment, her feet hit the earth. She ignored the long blade hanging at his side, knowing the weapon was a smart move for their protection. She had seen him wear it every time he left the cabin and imagined it was a natural part of his wardrobe, although he didn't wear it outside.
Dax bounded off the top step, hitting the ground, tail wagging as he turned to watch her, his mouth open, tongue lolling in his enthusiasm. It was the first time she had ventured outside since she found herself on his front porch, and the sun peeking through the branches overhead caressing her upturned face felt almost religious. She had missed the fresh air, the cool evenings, the brisk mornings. Living in the Pacifi
