Two weeks before truth would be revealed.
She pressed her hand over her sternum unconsciously.
Avalon stirred gently beneath her skin.
“We are safe,” her wolf murmured.
Iva swallowed.
Safe… or trapped?
Outside her door, footsteps moved away — controlled, steady, resolute.
But if she had seen Caleb at that moment, she would have noticed something no one else had ever witnessed.
Not certainty.
Not calm.
But a man standing alone in the dim corridor, staring at nothing… as if trying to understand a choice he had already made without permission from his own mind.
And for the first time in many years—
He did not trust his instincts.
Somewhere deep inside him, something ancient had recognized her before reason could intervene.
And it refused to retreat. He had no idea if he really w
