NATHAN’S POV
The moment we crossed the pack boundary, I felt it. It wasn’t freedom, it wasn’t relief but something sharper…something right.
I didn’t slow down, didn’t loosen my grip on her hand as I led her deeper into the forest. The path wasn’t marked, but I knew it well. Every turn. Every shadow. Every place a wolf could hide—or disappear. This was a path that I had taken on my own all those years when I was banished. A time that I didn’t want to talk or think about. I walked faster, eager to get out of this place that held so many memories for me.
She kept up, even though I could feel the hesitation in her steps. The uncertainty, good. It meant she hadn’t figured it out yet. None of them had, not Damon. Not the elders. And certainly not her. My place wasn’t far, hidden beyond a ridg
