Mag-log inElias's POVI'd been turning the idea over for two days before I found the nerve to say it out loud, and even then I picked the worst possible moment, right after dinner, when she'd finally started to look something like relaxed, curled up near the fire with her hair still damp from washing it in the stream."I want to talk to you about something," I said, and watched her whole posture shift, wariness sliding back over her like a coat she never fully took off. "Not bad news. Just… a proposal. A practical one.""That's an ominous way to start a sentence.""Probably." I sat across from her, giving her space, needing the distance to say this properly without either of us reading more into my proximity than I meant. "Mac's report changes things. IronVale believes you're dead. That's protection, for now. But it won't last forever, someone eventually spots you in a border town, word travels, and the second anyone confirms you're alive, Magnus has every legal justification to finish what he
Rosalie's POVMac came back on the fourth day, boots caked in mud to the ankle and a canvas sack over one shoulder, and I knew from the set of his jaw before he said a single word that whatever he'd learned in town wasn't going to be gentle."You made good time," Elias said, taking the sack from him, and Mac gave a short nod that didn't match the tightness around his eyes."Didn't stay longer than I had to." He glanced at me, then back at Elias, some silent question passing between them that I recognized instantly for what it was, a decision about how much of the truth I was allowed to hear."Just tell me," I said, before either of them could decide for me. "Whatever it is. I'd rather know."Mac hesitated a moment longer, then set the sack down by the door and dropped onto the bench across from the fire, rubbing a hand over his jaw like the words needed extra effort to come out."Word's spread through every border town between here and IronVale," he said finally. "The whole story. Eas
Elias's POVShe went quiet after the fire burned low, staring into the coals with an expression I was starting to recognize, the one that meant she'd wandered somewhere I couldn't follow without an invitation."Can I ask you something," she said, not really a question, more of a warning that one was coming."Ask.""Do you ever hear yours? Your wolf. Talking to you, or, I don't even know the right word for it." She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, and the firelight caught the uncertainty on her face before she managed to smooth it away. "I've never asked anyone that directly. It felt too much like admitting something."Something in my chest went tight, it always did that whenever the conversation drifted anywhere near her wolf, or the absence of one. "Constantly," I said. "Mine's opinionated. Doesn't shut up half the time, honestly.""What's it like? The talking. Is it words, or…""More like pressure, sometimes. Instinct with a voice attached. He wants t
Rosalie's POVI woke up sore but clear-headed, and for the first time since the Abyss, nothing hurt worse than my pride.Elias was already up, crouched by the cold hearth with a small pile of kindling in front of him, and he glanced over his shoulder when the floorboard creaked under my foot. "You're up early. Feeling steady enough to stand?""Steady enough," I said, even though my legs still ached from the frost, and I made myself cross the cabin without wobbling just to prove it."Good. Come here." He nodded at the space beside him, and I hesitated only a second before I lowered myself down, careful of my ribs, close enough that I could smell woodsmoke and cold pine on his jacket. "You're going to learn to do this properly. I'm not always going to be the one starting the fire.""I know how to start a fire.""You know how to watch someone else start one." He handed me the flint and steel without ceremony, and I turned it over in my hands like it might bite me. "Small strokes. Angle i
The next thing I registered was warmth. Overwhelming, sudden warmth, arms wrapped tightly around me, and a voice — familiar now, rougher than I'd heard it before — saying my name like it hurt to say it."Rosalie. Rosalie, stay with me."I blinked my eyes open, slow and heavy, and found Elias's face hovering above mine, tight with something that looked less like anger and more like terror barely held in check. Behind him, the sky had lightened to pale gold, full morning arriving while I'd been lying unconscious in the frost."How..." My voice came out cracked, weak. "How did you find me?""I woke up and you were gone." His arms tightened slightly around me, lifting me properly off the frozen ground, cradling me against his chest with a careful strength that made something in my throat go tight. "It didn't take long to follow the tracks. You didn't get very far."Shame flooded through me, hot and immediate, cutting through the lingering fog of exhaustion. "I just needed...""You needed
"Elias."He turned when I said his name, and for a moment neither of us said anything else. I'd meant to ask something practical, how long until we could travel further, whether there was anything to eat besides the dried meat Mac had left, but what actually came out, quieter than I intended, was something closer to a truce than a question."I don't forgive you for the lying," I said. "But I understand it a little better now."Something eased in his shoulders, just slightly, and he nodded once, like that was more than he'd expected and exactly as much as he deserved. Neither of us pushed further than that. We didn't need to. The rest of the evening passed in a careful, watchful quiet — him tending the fire, me picking at the food he handed me, both of us skirting around anything that might crack the fragile truce back open.But understanding him better didn't erase the rest of it. It didn't erase the fact that I was lying in a stranger's cabin, three days from anywhere that had ever b







