CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
The convoy crested the final ridge as the sun climbed fully into a cloudless sky, bathing the mountain valley in pure, unfiltered gold. Seven sisters rode in silence broken only by the low rumble of engines and the occasional burst of quiet laughter that felt like breathing after years underwater.
The simple log cabin waited below, smoke curling from the chimney, their father and Jax standing on the wide porch like sentinels who had finally lowered their weapons.
Elena killed the engine first. Lila stepped out beside her, the twin bond humming with something lighter than it had carried in years.
One by one the others emerged…Isabella blinking against the bright light as if seeing true daylight for the first time, Sienna breathing deep the pine-scented air, Mara scan
