ASHER'S POV
I sat in my room in the Silverfang packhouse, its grand stone walls cold without Lila’s warmth. The mate bond was a faint flicker, a painful reminder of her in Silvermoon’s grip. Eli, my wolf, growled low, pushing me to act, to bring her back.
A sharp knock broke the silence, urgent and quiet. A wiry traveler stood at my door, whispering Tara’s name, and handed me a thick, folded letter. My heart stopped—it was from Lila, her words reaching me across the miles.
My hands trembled as I opened it, her handwriting small but fierce, filling two pages. Asher, my love, I’m alive, trapped in Silvermoon’s packhouse, locked away by Darius. I love you, always will, and our bond keeps me fighting. Tears stung my eyes, her voice leaping off the page, raw and romantic.
Lila’s letter pour
