Chloe’s pov
The morning fog rolled heavy and thick off the pine ridges, blanketed over Moonlight Town in a suffocating gray veil.
Inside our general store, the air smelled of bitter willow bark, dried sage, and warm copper. I stood behind the counter, my fingers tracing the smooth wooden edge as I sorted dried chamomile into small glass jars. My hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Six years of peaceful isolation had shattered in a single day.
Nash was camped on the high ridge past the southern gate. Knowing he was standing watch in the cold rain, knowing he had wept on his knees for our daughter, sent a dark, confusing ache pulsing straight through my chest. My wolf, dormant for so long, stirred restless beneath my ribs, pulled toward the male who carried my true mate mark.
The brass bell ab
