Chloe’s pov
The freezing morning fog rolled low across the high border trail, swallowing the pine trunks in a thick shroud of gray.
Behind us, Nash stood motionless in the mud. He looked ghastly, his dark eyes hollow and unseeing as my cold rejection settled over him. His broad chest rose and fell in ragged, shallow gasps, fresh blood soaking dark through the white linen wrapped tight around his torso.
"Chloe, wait!" a female voice cried out from the mist.
Jill stepped out from behind the rear guard of the Red Moon scout party, her dark wool mantle flying back over her shoulders. Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed and wet with hot tears as she stared past Nash straight at Ted.
Her hands trembled as she pressed them against her chest, right over her heart.
"Jill..." Ted rumbled, h
