LOGINOdessa's POV
Ronan didn't answer right away, and something about the way he took his time made me appreciate whatever came next even more, like he wasn't just offering the first reassuring thing that came to mind."I don't know exactly what it looks like," he said finally, his voice steady. "I'm not going to stand here and promise you some grand version of forever, all bond marks and mate ceremonies and everything the old stories always make it sound like it should be."Odessa's POVSix weeks passed before the treaty finally came together, six weeks of drafting, cross-house negotiation sessions, and more paperwork than I ever imagined possible for two peoples deciding to simply trust each other properly for the first time in over a hundred years.I stood at the border on the day of the signing, the same stretch of ground where I'd first crossed into Ironhollow territory as a frightened, unwilling hostage, except nothing about this crossing carried that same weight now. Tents had been set up on neutral ground exactly between the two territories, Vale officials on one side, Ironhollow pack members on the other, both groups mingling more freely than I'd ever witnessed in all my time caught between these two houses."Nervous?" Ronan asked, standing close beside me, his formal jacket looking strange on him after months of watching him mostly in training gear or torn, bloodied clothes from one crisis or another."A lit
Odessa's POVRonan didn't answer right away, and something about the way he took his time made me appreciate whatever came next even more, like he wasn't just offering the first reassuring thing that came to mind."I don't know exactly what it looks like," he said finally, his voice steady. "I'm not going to stand here and promise you some grand version of forever, all bond marks and mate ceremonies and everything the old stories always make it sound like it should be.""That's not what I'm asking for," I said, though something in my chest tightened slightly, unsure exactly what I was asking for either."I know," he said. "I just want to be honest with you. About what I can actually offer right now, instead of dressing it up as something bigger than it is.""Okay," I said, waiting."What I can tell you," he said, turning to face me fully now, his hand still holding mine steady, "is that I'm not going anywhere. Treaty or no treaty
Odessa's POVWe found ourselves back at the same fence where he first told me this couldn't happen again, back when duty and treaty law still stood between us like walls neither of us fully believed we could climb.Nothing stood between us now.No hostage exchange demanding my return. No wedding date creeping closer with every passing week. No council threatening war, no Julian showing up uninvited with veiled threats, no Corvin's cold, calculating presence hanging over every decision we tried to make together."Feels strange," I said, leaning against the fence beside Ronan, watching the pack train in the distance the way I had that very first morning weeks ago."What does?""This," I said, gesturing vaguely between the two of us. "Standing here without something urgent breathing down our necks. No crisis to solve, no treaty deadline counting down, nobody demanding my return before dawn.""Is that so bad?" he asked.
Ronan's POVI found my father in the study again, the same room where I told him I wasn't his heir that night, and something about standing in that exact spot made my chest tighten before either of us said a single word."You've been avoiding me," he said, not looking up from whatever paperwork he'd been reviewing."I haven't been avoiding you," I said. "I've been busy. There's a difference.""Is there?" he said, finally setting the papers down, studying me with an expression I couldn't quite place yet.I stood there a moment, uncertain how to start the conversation I'd been putting off for days now, ever since we all made it back safely from Vale territory."I owe you an apology," I said finally."Is that so?" he said, something careful in his tone."For what I said that night," I said. "Before we left. Calling myself no one's heir, walking out like the title meant nothing to me."He was quiet for a mo
Odessa's POVWe walked to campus together afterward, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the quad, and Nora kept firing off questions faster than I could properly answer them."Okay, but seriously," she said, "how does the whole daylight thing work? Because you've been walking around outside this entire time, and you didn't burst into flames or anything.""That's mostly a myth," I said. "Direct sunlight for extended periods isn't great, but a stroll across campus isn't going to kill me.""Interesting," she said, nodding like she was filing that away for future reference. "What about garlic? Please tell me garlic actually works, because that would honestly be hilarious.""Garlic's just garlic," I said. "I eat it plenty. It doesn't do anything except make my breath smell like everyone else's after Italian night.""Damnit," she said, her grin gave away how much she was enjoying this entire conversation despite ever
Odessa's POVI met Nora at our usual coffee spot near campus, the same small table by the window where we spent countless afternoons complaining about professors and boys before any of this had ever started, and something about the familiarity of it made the whole conversation ahead feel even stranger than it already did."You look better," Nora said, studying my face carefully across the table. "Less like you're about to collapse, at least.""I've had a few days to actually sleep," I said. "Feels like a novelty at this point.""So," she said, wrapping both hands around her mug, "you said you wanted to talk properly. In person. No more half answers over the phone.""Yeah," I said, my stomach tightening despite everything I already survived. "You deserve the full truth, Nora. All of it, not just the pieces I've been feeding you whenever I needed help with something specific.""Okay," she said, something careful entering her expres







