Heart of a rogue

* Chapter 7.5

A few weeks later

As I stood at the threshold of the cabin I had longed for, a surge of emotion washed over me, overwhelming in its intensity. It was a modest yet charming structure, nestled at the edge of Declan's territory, a sanctuary I could finally call my own.

The wooden cabin stood proudly upon a gentle hill, its rustic exterior exuding a timeless charm that spoke of simpler times. Each plank of wood bore the weathered marks of age, a testament to the cabin's enduring resilience against the elements.

Surrounding the cabin, a sea of daisies danced in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals swaying in rhythm with nature's symphony. Their cheerful blooms added a splash of color to the landscape, painting the scene with hues of white and yellow that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.

Inside, Declan had helped me furnish the cabin with care, ensuring that every piece of furniture reflected my personal style and preferences. The interior was cozy and inviting, a warm refuge from the hustle and bustle of pack life.

But perhaps the most enchanting feature of all was the small garden I had cultivated just outside the cabin's doorstep. Rows of vibrant greenery stretched out before me, a patchwork of seeds and herbs carefully tended to with love and dedication.

Stepping into the cozy interior of my long-awaited cabin, a sense of tranquility enveloped me like a warm embrace. The living area boasted a plush, green sofa nestled against one wall, inviting me to sink into its soft cushions and unwind after a long day. A knitted throw blanket lay draped over one armrest, adding a touch of comfort and warmth to the space.

Opposite the sofa, a small white kitchen area beckoned, its pristine countertops adorned with pots of fresh herbs and jars filled with an array of spices. The scent of lavender and rosemary lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of freshly brewed tea that wafted from the kettle on the stove.

A wooden dining table stood in the center of the room, flanked by mismatched chairs adorned with colorful cushions. On the tabletop, a vase of wildflowers served as a cheerful centerpiece, their vibrant petals adding a pop of color to the rustic charm of the space.

In every corner of the cabin, potted plants and hanging greenery thrived, their verdant leaves casting dappled shadows across the walls. Macrame plant hangers adorned the windows, their intricate designs adding a touch of bohemian flair to the cozy ambiance.

Above the fireplace, a mantle displayed an eclectic collection of trinkets and treasures, each one a cherished memento of adventures past.

It wasn't big, but it was just the right size for me. As I settled into my new home, Abel visited nearly every day, his presence a comforting constant in the quiet solitude of the cabin. We spent our days together, slowly easing back into our training routine.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped low on the horizon, Abel suggested we begin with some breathing exercises. We sat cross-legged on the floor, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls around us.

"Let's start with something simple," Abel suggested, his voice calm and reassuring. "Focus on your breath. Inhale deeply through your nose, counting to four. Then exhale slowly through your mouth, counting to six."

I followed his instructions, the rhythm of my breaths steady and measured. With each inhale, I felt tension melt away from my body, replaced by a sense of calm and inner peace. Abel watched me closely, his gaze gentle yet attentive as he guided me through the exercise.

As we continued, Abel purposefully avoided delving into the depths of my emotions, knowing that pushing too hard too soon could risk triggering a breakdown. Like with Eline, that woman just wants the right person to guide me to a path of healing. Instead, he focused on cultivating a sense of balance and harmony within me, encouraging me to find strength in the stillness of my own mind.