Fiona - POV
The look in Lily's eyes as she stood before me was a mixture of sadness and gratitude. She was clearly upset seeing the bruises on my body, but at the same time, there was relief—perhaps even a hint of happiness—that I had taught Noah a much-needed lesson.
Theo draped his jacket over my shoulders, and I pulled it tightly around me. My thin clothing wasn’t enough to shield me from the harsh blizzard outside, and now that the adrenaline had worn off, I realized how badly I was shivering.
Jasper and Flint, their anger finally subsiding, stepped closer to check on me. Jasper’s expression softened as he placed a gentle hand on my arm. “Let’s get you inside, Fiona,” he said quietly, his tone brimming with concern.
As we made our way back to the packhouse, Lily followed her husba
