Chapter 11
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The forest had always been Evelyn’s sanctuary. Quiet, vast, full of secrets. But tonight, the silence pressed too heavily, every rustle and snap of a twig ringing like a warning bell in her ears.
She had left Lily asleep in the cabin, her instincts pulling her out into the night like an invisible tether. She didn’t want Damian following, didn’t want him close enough to see how badly her hands were shaking.
But she wasn’t alone. She felt it before she heard it the prickle along her skin, the weight of eyes in the dark.
A low growl broke the stillness.
Her wolf stirred, restless, sensing the danger long before her human mind wanted to acknowledge it.
“Show yourself,” Evelyn demanded, though her voice cracked on the words.
Three shapes emerged from the trees. Rogues. Scarred, feral, and reeking of blood and smoke. But they weren’t the aimless kind Damian had described. These wolves moved with purpose. With command.
And then she saw him.
A man stepped out from behind them, tall, lean, with a cruel smile that twisted her stomach. His scent was one she hadn’t let herself remember for years, but it still made her freeze.
“Evelyn,” he drawled, like her name was something to savor. “I knew you couldn’t hide forever.”
Her breath caught. Her past, standing in front of her.
“Ronan,” she whispered.
The Alpha she’d once trusted. The one who had broken her in ways no one could see. The father of her daughter.
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