Kael's POV
The cold hit the moment I stepped outside, and it felt good—like it was extinguishing the fire raging inside me.
Soren was already ahead, moving through the snow without looking back, his anger rolling off him in waves.
His tracks were clean and deliberate—even furious, he moved like he was thinking three steps ahead. But I was done with his overthinking. There was nothing to analyze: Ayla had been in heat, and I'd helped her. She chose me. He needed to accept that.
I followed at a safe distance. Soren could be unpredictable when he was angry, and I gave him room to move and cool off.
The tree line swallowed us both as we walked in silence. Eventually the cabin disappeared behind the trees, and snow muffled everything: the wind and the world itself. All that remained was th
