Darius pov
I followed them. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it was pathetic. But I couldn't make myself leave.
My patrol had split off hours ago, returning to Ashthorn with a story about routine border checks. I'd told them I was going to investigate the rogue activity further. What I was actually doing was trailing the Wynter convoy at a distance, staying downwind so they wouldn't catch my scent.
Rowan thought I was being ridiculous. She's safe with her family. We should go home.
I can't, I told him. Not yet.
My wolf didn't understand. But then, I barely understood it myself. The mate bond was new and raw, pulling at my chest like a hooked line. Every mile that grew between us made it worse.
The convoy stopped at the Wynterhold border. I watched from a ridge overlooking the road as guar
