Fiona’s POV
I hadn’t planned to end up here. Honestly, I hadn’t. The idea was simple—walk, breathe, circle the training grounds, and sneak back to my room before anyone could ask questions. Somehow, my feet ignored me. Past the hedges. Past the worn stone path. And now, somehow, here I was. Inside the garden.
It hadn’t changed. Sunlight still played between the leaves. The wind whispered through the branches. The air hummed quietly, untouched. Yet, at the same time, it wasn’t the same. Or maybe, it wasn’t the garden that changed at all.
I took a step, then another. I expected solitude. It was always empty at this hour. Always. No reason to expect anything different. But there he was.
Kneeling. In the dirt. Among the rose beds. Alpha Roan.
I stopped so suddenly that the heel of my boo
