Chloe’s pov
Nash stood frozen on the timber boards, his heavy broadsword lying discarded at his feet. His dark eyes were wide, bloodshot, and filled with a sudden, agonizing shock that made his hands shake beneath his leather gloves.
"It was you..." Nash rasped, his deep voice breaking into a raw, desperate sob as he took a slow, unsteadily balanced step toward me. "The female in the woods... ... it was you all along."
I stood on the threshold, my wool shawl wrapped tight around my shoulders, my breath catching in my throat.
The world seemed to spin on its axis, shattering six years of lies, confusion, and bitter grief in a single microsecond. The silver-bound wolf fang necklace hadn't belonged to Ted. It had belonged to Nash. The male who had saved my life in the dark cellar, the male
