The rogue camp was a fortress of twisted branches and firelight. Aria’s skin prickled with danger as she crept closer, Calen’s faint cries echoing in the distance.
Lucien’s hand found hers, fingers tightening like a lifeline.
“We get in. We get him. And we get out.”
But the rogues were waiting.
A fight erupted, sharp and brutal. Steel clashed, wolves snarled, and Aria’s wolf roared to life, fierce and untamed.
Lucien moved with lethal precision, every strike a promise. And through the chaos, Aria found Calen — bound but unbroken, eyes blazing with defiant light.
As they fled through the forest, the rogue leader’s voice echoed behind them.
“This isn’t over, Alpha. Not by a long shot.”
Back at the cabin, the wounds were tended, but the threat remained.
Lucien and Aria sat together by the fire, exhaustion settling heavy on their shoulders.
“This bond,” Lucien said quietly, “it’s more than fate. It’s choice. And I’m choosing you — both of you.”
Aria’s breath caught. For so long, she had fought to protect her son alone.
Now, the Alpha she’d feared and hated was offering them a future — no matter how uncertain.
Calen curled between them, his wolf stirring with something new — hope.