LOGINKael's POV
The storm stopped sometime during the night.
I noticed the silence before I noticed anything else—the absence of wind against the cabin walls, the stillness where there had been constant movement for hours. I stood on the porch in the early grey light and looked at what it had left behind.
The valley was buried. Every surface was covered, every angle softened; the world was reduced to white and shadow and the dark lines of trees disappearing into the dist
Ryker's POVIf someone stayed cooped up in a mountain cabin long enough, eventually someone lost their mind.Today that someone was me."I'm bored," I announced.Soren didn't look up from his book. "You said that twenty minutes ago.""Because I'm still bored."Kael sat at the table cleaning one of the hunting knives with slow, methodical strokes. "Then go do something.""I'm trying to.""No," Soren said, turning a page. "You're trying to drag everyone else with you.""That's the whole point."Ayla was curled near the fireplace beneath one of the thick blankets, a mug between her hands, watching the fire. She looked calmer today—not fully relaxed, but the tight, guarded quality she'd arrived with had eased by degrees.Duke stretched. "Her scent has changed."He was right. Since we'd arrived, it had shifted—softer, warmer, less like someone braced for impact.I shook the thought away
Kael's POVThe storm stopped sometime during the night.I noticed the silence before I noticed anything else—the absence of wind against the cabin walls, the stillness where there had been constant movement for hours. I stood on the porch in the early grey light and looked at what it had left behind.The valley was buried. Every surface was covered, every angle softened; the world was reduced to white and shadow and the dark lines of trees disappearing into the distance.Fenrir watched the tree line through my eyes, his attention methodical. "It's quiet today.""Too quiet?" I asked.He considered it properly before answering. "No. Just winter."For once, I almost believed that.Inside, Ryker was still asleep on the sofa beneath a blanket he had clearly stolen from Soren at some point during the night. Soren had noticed. He hadn't acted on it yet, which meant he was either being generous or saving it for the right moment.
Ayla's POVThe cabin sounded different from the packhouse in the morning.Not loud or busy — alive in a quieter way. Wood was creaking softly under the weight of the storm outside. Wind brushing against the walls in long, easy sighs. The fire crackling steadily somewhere below, finding its rhythm.I lay beneath the blankets for a moment longer, looking at the wooden ceiling above me.Warm.It was not the polished warmth of the packhouse; it was something rougher. More honest. The kind of warmth that came from a fire actually doing its job rather than a thermostat set to the right number.The room smelled of cedarwood and old smoke. Pale light came through the curtains in thin strips across the floor.Tala stretched lazily. "I like it here. Much better than your room back at the packhouse."Comfort felt dangerous lately. I almost said that. But my chest was quieter here than it had been in days, and I couldn't argue with t
Kael's POVThe movement in the trees wasn't my imagination.Ayla had seen it too—I'd caught the moment her eyes found it, the way her hand had pressed harder against the glass. She knew. She just didn't know what it meant yet.I didn't tell my brothers. If I had, Ryker would have been through the door and into the tree line before I finished the sentence, and whoever was out there would simply disappear the way they always did. They were too practiced at it. Too patient."This isn't connected to the photos," Fenrir said. "This is something else entirely."I agreed. Whatever was circling us wasn't a jealous teenage girl working out a grudge. It moved differently. It thought ahead. It knew how to be seen only when it chose to be and how to vanish before anyone could respond.That wasn't desperation. That was strategy.Ryker didn't question the cabin decision—he was already moving before I'd finished speaking, pulling out con
Ayla's POVThe quiet didn't last.By the next morning the snow had stopped falling, but it sat heavier than before—thick on every surface, blanketing rooftops and branches and the faint tracks leading toward the tree line. The world looked softer for it.It wasn't.I felt it before I understood why—that pressure behind my eyes, the prickling awareness beneath my skin that couldn't be reasoned with because it didn't come from reason. It came from somewhere older than thought."It's back," Tala said.I threw the blankets off and dressed fast.The kitchen was quiet when I got there, but not the comfortable kind.Kael stood at the counter with his phone, thumb moving across the screen, eyes narrowed at whatever he was reading. Soren leaned against the opposite counter with his arms folded, jaw set in the way that meant he'd already been thinking about something for a while and hadn't liked where it led. Ryker stood at t
Ayla's POVThe quiet was the first thing I noticed.A different kind of quiet—not the held-breath kind that came before something unpleasant, but the soft, muffled kind that meant the world had decided to pause for a moment and rest.I pulled myself upright and looked out the window.Snow.Everything buried under it — the trees, the ground, the packhouse roof, the training field in the distance. Heavy drifts hung from branches, softening every angle, rounding every sharp edge. Even the light looked different, filtered through cloud and white, gentler than it had any right to be.No cars. No birdsong. No distant voices from the training field.Tala stirred lazily. "We're not going anywhere today."The relief that moved through my chest at those words was immediate and real. No school. No hallways. No whispers that started the second I came into view. Just — this. White and still and quiet in a way I hadn't had
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







