The mountain cabin was buried deep in the remote peaks, accessible only by a narrow, winding trail that Modric knew like the back of his hand. Snow dusted the roof and the surrounding pines, cutting them off from the world. No pack. No hunters. Just the two of them.
Modric had brought her here after the fight, his hand firm on her back the entire way. “Kael is being dealt with,” he’d said. “But until the pack settles, you stay hidden. With me.”
Naida hadn’t argued. She was too tired, too raw from killing her own kind.
The first day was pure tension.
The cabin was simple—one large room with a massive stone fireplace, a big bed in the corner, and a wooden tub near the back. Modric built a fire while Naida paced, arms wrapped around herself. Every time their eyes met, the bond pulled tigh
