ELENA
My body knew before the road signs did.
Something tightened in my chest around the last bend—not dread, not excitement, just recognition. The kind that lives in bone and blood and doesn't ask permission. I'd driven this road a hundred times, but never like this. Never with the letter folded in my coat pocket and my pulse hammering like I was seventeen again, sneaking out to meet someone I shouldn't.
I pulled over at the end of the gravel track, cut the engine, and sat there for a moment with my hands still on the wheel. Pine and cold earth drifted through the cracked window, carrying the sharp mineral smell of the Silverclaw border—a scent that had once meant danger and now meant something I couldn't name.
Derek was already there.
He wasn't standing the way I expected. Not squar
