Gravity of the Bond

Valerie POV

The heavy scent of rain and wet earth clung to my skin as I stepped through the grand entrance of the Packhouse. My lungs were still burning from the frantic run back through the woods, but the moment I crossed the threshold, the physical exhaustion was replaced by a suffocating wall of tension.

The air in the foyer was thick—not with the usual scent of home, but with the sharp, ozon