The snow crunched beneath their steps, the night air bit cold, yet the Alpha’s presence wrapped Arwen in an odd warmth.
She lifted her face, glancing at the pale-blue moon hanging above Winterveil. A faint smile curved her lips, though weariness still shadowed her clear eyes.
“All right, Ryan. I am starting to feel the chill,” she admitted, drawing his wool coat tighter around her.
Ryan leaned in slightly, ensuring she was secure in the warm fabric, then guided her back toward the mansion.
Torchlight lined the path, their silhouettes reflected in its glow, as though even the moon bore witness to their steps.
Inside, Ryan turned to her, his gaze lingering.
“Rest well tonight,” he said softly. “Tomorrow you’ll need your strength. Robyn will surely be waiting for you.”
Arwen lowered he
