POV: Araya
Night falls over the Direwilds. Lucian sleeps peacefully in his cradle, exhausted from the excitement of Araya's return. Lyra and Selvara have retired to their own quarters, giving Araya and Ronan privacy.
The cabin is quiet except for the crackle of the fire and Lucian's soft breathing.
Araya sits by the hearth, staring into the flames. Her mind keeps drifting back to Jasper. To his scarred face. His blind eyes. His desperate pleas.
Ronan watches her from across the room. His golden eyes track every flicker of emotion that crosses Araya's face.
"You're thinking about him," Ronan says. It's not a question.
Araya's hands tighten in her lap. "Yes."
"Even now," Ronan continues. His voice is carefully controlled. "Even after choosing me. Choosing us. You're still thinking abo
