POV: Araya
The journey back to the Direwilds takes most of the day. Araya travels in wolf form, pushing herself hard, desperate to get home.
Home. The word feels right now in a way it never did before.
Not because of the place, but because of who waits there.
As Araya crosses into Direwolf territory, she feels him before she sees him. The pull of his presence. The awareness that comes from something deeper than sight or sound.
Ronan stands at the border, waiting.
He's in human form, his massive frame outlined against the setting sun. His golden eyes track Araya's approach with an intensity that makes her heart race.
Araya shifts back to human as she reaches him. Someone has left clothes for her, and she dresses quickly.
They stare at each other across the snow. Neither speaking. Bo
