Nash’s pov
I pulled my horse to a slow walk as Wylie, Tabitha, and I rode past the outer stone archway. The air smelled of damp pine, honeysuckle, and fresh mountain rain. cobblestone streets wound through rows of quiet stone cottages and timber storefronts, but there were no armored sentries standing guard. No Alpha banners fluttered from the gables.
Despite the peaceful surroundings, my chest felt tight, my muscles locked with a hard, desperate tension.
For six years, I had lived in a cold, silent hell, believing I had lost my true mate forever. Now, standing inside the sanctuary where my sister and my Sworn Guardian had been spotted, my pulse hammered against my ribs like a war drum.
"Keep your hood low, Tabitha," Wylie warned softly, checking the quiet street ahead. "We don't know
