Book 2: Chapter 19

Willow POV

I wake up to find the bed next to me cold. Usually, I am a relatively light sleeper. I can't believe that Osiris snuck out without me noticing. But then again, I have never felt as well rested as I do right now.

Gingerly, I get up from the bed. The wounds on my back are still stinging from the fight with that she-wolf. Quietly I walk around the room and try to deny the urges I feel to be nosey. Surely Osiris wouldn't have left me alone if there was anything in this room to hide.

The room has a woodland cabin feel to it. All of the furniture looks like it was made by hand. The bed appears to be made of logs pieced together like a puzzle. There is an old quilt on the bed that seems to be handmade and a century old. The fabric on the quilt squares is frayed and faded. Mismatched curtains hang on the windows. Actually, nothing in the room seems to match.

Looking around the room, I make sure I am alone before opening the top drawer of Osiris's dresser. It is f