POV: Araya
Araya's howl fades into silence. The clearing holds its breath, waiting.
Orin's voice cuts through the tension. "Approach. Both of you. Let her wolf judge."
Jasper moves first. He can't see, but he follows the sound of Araya's breathing. His steps are hesitant, uncertain.
Ronan shifts into his massive Direwolf form and approaches from the opposite side. His golden eyes are locked on Araya's wolf, watching for any sign of rejection.
Araya's wolf remains still. Nyra's silver eyes track both males as they draw closer.
Jasper reaches Araya first. He kneels in the snow before her wolf form, his hand extended.
"Araya," Jasper whispers. "Please. Let me feel you. Let me know you're real."
Araya's wolf doesn't move. Doesn't react. Just stares at the blind Alpha kneeling before he
