MasukElias's POVI found Easton on the training yard fence two mornings after the hall, alone, staring out at nothing in particular, and something about the stillness of him stopped me before I'd decided whether to approach at all.I hadn't planned to seek him out. I'd told myself, walking back from Magnus's study the day before, that whatever remained between my brother and me could stay buried exactly where it had been for six years. But Rosalie's worry kept circling back to him, what seeing her alive might have done to him, what it might mean for the tryouts, for all of it, and some part of me needed to see for myself before I trusted her instincts over my own indifference."You're staring at nothing," I said, coming to stand a few feet from the fence.He didn't startle, which told me he'd already caught my scent before I spoke. "Didn't realize you were back to caring what I do with my mornings.""I'm not, particularly. Rosalie's worried about you, though, and I've learned to take her i
Elias's POVMagnus summoned me to his study an hour after the hall emptied, which surprised no one, least of all me. Some conversations had always been reserved for private rooms in this family, the ones with too much blood in them for public witnesses.He was standing at the window when I entered, hands clasped behind his back, exactly the posture I remembered from every dressing-down of my childhood, and something in my chest tightened involuntarily at the familiarity of it, old instincts refusing to fully let go even after six years of distance."Close the door," he said, without turning around.I did, and stood there a moment, waiting, refusing to be the first one to break the silence the way I always used to as a boy, desperate for any scrap of his attention."Six years," he said finally, turning to face me. "Six years without a word, and you return not with an apology, not with any explanation for your absence, but with a wife and a legal maneuver that strips me of authority I'v
Elias's POVThe great hall filled faster than I expected, word of our arrival apparently outpacing us through every corridor of the packhouse, and by the time the doors were shoved open to admit the assembled council, elders, and whatever curious clan members had managed to talk their way inside, the room was packed tight enough that the air itself felt heavier for it.Magnus sat on the raised dais at the far end, exactly where I remembered him always sitting, exactly as unreadable as I remembered him being. Six years hadn't softened the set of his jaw or the cold calculation behind his eyes. If anything, the crown he'd be formally passing to Easton in a matter of weeks seemed to have sharpened both.Easton stood near the dais, and I felt Rosalie stiffen beside me the moment she spotted him, though she didn't look away. I gave her credit for that. It took considerable nerve to hold a gaze that had once discarded you in front of hundreds of witnesses."Elias." My father's voice carried
Rosalie's POVThe gates of IronVale looked exactly the same as I remembered them, which felt wrong somehow, like the world should have changed as much as I had.I rode beside Elias, Mac a few paces behind with the pack horses, and the closer we got, the more my pulse hammered against my ribs, loud enough I was half-convinced the guards posted at the wall could hear it from here."Steady," Elias said quietly, not looking at me, keeping his eyes forward on the approaching gate. "Whatever happens in the next few minutes, I'm right here."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and watched the gate guards notice us approaching, first with the bored disinterest of men who'd watched a thousand travelers pass beneath this arch, then, as recognition dawned with shock.One of them actually dropped his spear.A Gate Guard's POVTomas had been standing post since dawn, half-asleep on his feet the way you got after six years of nothing more exciting passing through these gates than merchant carts and th
Rosalie's POVWe started packing on a gray morning that matched my mood exactly, and I folded the same blanket three times before I admitted to myself that my hands were shaking too badly to do it properly the first two."You don't have to do that," Elias said, watching me from across the cabin, where he was securing the last of the supplies onto the pack horse. "Mac can handle the rest.""I need something to do with my hands." I folded the blanket a fourth time, tighter now, corners aligned with a precision that had nothing to do with actual necessity. "If I stop moving, I think I might not be able to get back up again."He didn't push. He just kept working, giving me the space to manage my own panic in whatever small, useless ways I needed to, and I was grateful for that even as some other part of me wished he'd just say something, anything, to fill the silence pressing in around the edges of my composure.The marriage protected me legally. I knew that, understood the mechanics of i
Elias's POVI laid my bedroll on the opposite side of the cabin from hers, as far as the small space allowed, and told myself the distance was a courtesy rather than what it actually was, which was self-preservation.My wolf disagreed violently.Wrong side, he said, the moment I stretched out on the cold floor, and I ignored him the same way I'd been ignoring him since the shrine, with steadily diminishing success. Mate. Bonded. Marked before witnesses. Wrong side of the room."We're not doing this tonight," I muttered under my breath, low enough that I hoped she wouldn't hear it from across the cabin, though the way her breathing hitched slightly told me she probably had.He didn't care what we were or weren't doing. He'd been agitated since the ceremony itself, some deep animal satisfaction at the binding tangled up with an equally deep animal frustration that the binding hadn't been followed by anything a wolf would actually recognize as claiming. Vows on paper meant nothing to him







