They walked for three days.
Through forests and across streams, over hills and through valleys—always moving, always putting distance between themselves and the pack they'd left behind. Caleb led the way, his instincts guiding them toward safety, toward freedom.
Elara followed, her body aching with exhaustion, her heart full of a strange mixture of grief and hope. She'd left everything—her position, her home, the man who'd been her mate. But she'd gained Caleb. And in his presence, the loss felt bearable.
On the third night, they found a place that felt like home.
It was a small valley, hidden between two ridges, with a clear stream running through it and a natural cave that would provide shelter. The forest was thick with game, the soil rich for planting. It was perfect.
Caleb stood
