Se connecterAyla's POVThe cold hit the moment we stepped outside.Sharp enough to sting, but clean in a way the packhouse hadn't been all morning. Like the air itself was scrubbing the heaviness away, leaving only the bite of winter and the hush of falling snow.Out here, the noise faded. No whispers. No watching eyes. Just white and quiet and the muffled softness of a world that had buried everything sharp beneath two feet of snow.My breath came out in small clouds, each one dissolving into the open air. Proof I was still here. Still moving.The hill wasn't steep, but it looked worse the longer I stared at it. Tracks ran down the center where others had gone before—snow packed hard in places, rutted in others where sleds had cut through and flown. My boots crunched at the top as I hesitated, looking down."This looks like a terrible idea," Tala said.I almost agreed.A pause. Then: "Or maybe not. You won't know until you try."
Ayla's POVThe boys didn't wait.The moment the door closed behind the girl, Soren was already moving out of the room and down the hallway before anyone said a word. His footsteps faded fast.Silence pressed in behind him. The kind that had weight to it—that sat against your skin and made you feel every bruise, every memory, every inch of yourself that you'd rather not think about right now.Ryker stayed close. Not hovering — just near. Solid and steady in my peripheral vision, a presence I didn't have to work to be aware of.Kael stood by the desk, arms folded, gaze distant and focused at the same time. I could see him thinking—the stillness of someone whose mind was several steps ahead of the room. Then something shifted. Subtle. His body didn't move, but the quality of his stillness changed, and a faint, cold smile touched the corner of his mouth for just a moment before it was gone.Nobody else would have caught it.
Ayla's POVThe next morning felt heavier than it should have.Like the air had thickened overnight, the world waking up with a bruise spreading just beneath its surface. I felt it before I even left my room—a pressure that had no clean source and no clean edges.The packhouse was already awake when I walked in. Too many voices, too much movement, too many eyes that found me before I'd crossed the threshold and tracked me all the way to the table. Every step sent a ripple through the room. Every whisper dropped like water, radiating outward, circling back.I kept my chin up. My skin prickled with a hundred silent questions crawling across it.The triplets were already there.Ryker looked up first, then Soren, then Kael. Three sets of eyes—each one a checkpoint, measuring and steadying them. No words, but the moment I sat, something in the room settled. Not completely. Just enough to breathe.Their presence formed a wall between me and
Kael's POVThe moment we stepped onto the packed grounds, I felt it.There was a tension in the air that had nothing to do with the cold—thick and charged and already moving through the crowd before we'd gotten close enough to read faces.Ryker's eyes flicked to mine immediately."The pack has gathered in the clearing," Soren said, his attention moving down the slope toward the open ground below."Did Father—" I started.He shook his head. "We weren't included."Ryker was already moving. "Then we better find out why."I was about to pull him back when I spotted my father at the center of it—planted in the clearing, surrounded on all sides, and visibly unhappy about whatever had built up around him."He has his hands full," Fenrir muttered.I increased my pace.The voices grew as we approached, tension rolling through the crowd in waves."Enough!" my father roared.The pack qu
Ayla's POVThe room emptied slowly.The nurse left first, her quiet "rest" hanging in the air behind her like something meant to hold. The door closed with a soft click—the end of one kind of chaos, the beginning of another kind of quiet.My hand was still in Ryker's. Neither of us moved to change that.His thumb traced slow loops over my knuckles—unhurried, undemanding. A language that didn't need words and wasn't asking for any.Kael stood against the far wall, arms crossed, having watched the nurse work without speaking. I could feel his anger through the bond—controlled, buried beneath layers of composure, but burning underneath all of it. He remained steady, cold, and patient, a demeanor that was more frightening than heat.Soren stood beside him, rolling his shoulders once, the tension in his frame fully refusing to release. More contained than Ryker. Already thinking three steps ahead — I could feel it in the f
Ayla's POVI didn't remember when he picked me up.One moment I was against the wall, and then I was here and held against his chest, the world moving past at the edges of my vision while his heartbeat filled my ear. Loud. Real. Steadier than anything else.I didn't move. Too sore for that. I just listened to it—to the life in it—and tried to stay inside that sound instead of anywhere else."I've got you," Ryker said.The words reached me late, like sound traveling through water. My mind caught them and held them tight."About time someone carried you for a change," Tala said softly. No sharpness in it. Just quiet.Then the memory hit.My body tensed before my mind caught up with why.A hand around my arm from behind, hard, no warning, yanking me sideways into the locker room. The door slammed shut. The sound of it final and total.I looked up.Troy.My stomach dropped so fast it took my
Ayla’s POVThe forest is quieter this morning, as if everything is holding its breath, watching me flee from this miserable pack.I ignore the feeling and keep moving.I’ve only taken the basics—the clothes on my back and the money I saved from working at the coffee shop. It isn’t much, but at leas
Ryker’s POVI’m awake before I should be and groan out loud as my eyes flicker open. My head still spins from too much eggnog last night.I press my hand against my head, trying to stop the feeling. I lie there for a second, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what pulled me out of a soundl
Ayla’s POVThe closer I get to the packhouse, the louder the world becomes again—voices carry through the trees, followed by laughter and music. It sounds so bright against the darkness and quiet outside that it leaves a coldness under my skin.Every sound inside the packhouse hits my ears wrong; it
Ayla’s POVAlpha Jack and Luna Ria don’t stand in my way when I get up and head toward the door a second time. They know it’s time for me to leave.With one last silent nod, I exit the packhouse and slip into the cold.It’s dark now, the wind howling through the trees in the distance.I head toward







