The remote cabin nestled deep in the ancient pine forest, far from the Steel Pack estate and its constant threats. Ronan had driven them there himself at dawn, the black SUV eating up the winding mountain roads. No guards. No pack business. Just the two of them for the weekend.
“This place was my father’s,” Ronan said quietly as he unlocked the heavy wooden door. “Before everything fell apart.”
Faith stepped inside, the scent of pine and aged wood wrapping around her. The cabin was rustic yet luxurious—large stone fireplace, thick fur rugs, a massive bed draped in soft blankets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked a crystal lake. It felt worlds away from the mansion’s cold opulence.
For the first time since their wedding, the mate bond felt peaceful instead of turbulent.
They spent the
