تسجيل الدخولElias's POVThe great hall filled faster than I expected, word of our arrival apparently outpacing us through every corridor of the packhouse, and by the time the doors were shoved open to admit the assembled council, elders, and whatever curious clan members had managed to talk their way inside, the room was packed tight enough that the air itself felt heavier for it.Magnus sat on the raised dais at the far end, exactly where I remembered him always sitting, exactly as unreadable as I remembered him being. Six years hadn't softened the set of his jaw or the cold calculation behind his eyes. If anything, the crown he'd be formally passing to Easton in a matter of weeks seemed to have sharpened both.Easton stood near the dais, and I felt Rosalie stiffen beside me the moment she spotted him, though she didn't look away. I gave her credit for that. It took considerable nerve to hold a gaze that had once discarded you in front of hundreds of witnesses."Elias." My father's voice carried
Rosalie's POVThe gates of IronVale looked exactly the same as I remembered them, which felt wrong somehow, like the world should have changed as much as I had.I rode beside Elias, Mac a few paces behind with the pack horses, and the closer we got, the more my pulse hammered against my ribs, loud enough I was half-convinced the guards posted at the wall could hear it from here."Steady," Elias said quietly, not looking at me, keeping his eyes forward on the approaching gate. "Whatever happens in the next few minutes, I'm right here."I nodded, not trusting my voice, and watched the gate guards notice us approaching, first with the bored disinterest of men who'd watched a thousand travelers pass beneath this arch, then, as recognition dawned with shock.One of them actually dropped his spear.A Gate Guard's POVTomas had been standing post since dawn, half-asleep on his feet the way you got after six years of nothing more exciting passing through these gates than merchant carts and th
Rosalie's POVWe started packing on a gray morning that matched my mood exactly, and I folded the same blanket three times before I admitted to myself that my hands were shaking too badly to do it properly the first two."You don't have to do that," Elias said, watching me from across the cabin, where he was securing the last of the supplies onto the pack horse. "Mac can handle the rest.""I need something to do with my hands." I folded the blanket a fourth time, tighter now, corners aligned with a precision that had nothing to do with actual necessity. "If I stop moving, I think I might not be able to get back up again."He didn't push. He just kept working, giving me the space to manage my own panic in whatever small, useless ways I needed to, and I was grateful for that even as some other part of me wished he'd just say something, anything, to fill the silence pressing in around the edges of my composure.The marriage protected me legally. I knew that, understood the mechanics of i
Elias's POVI laid my bedroll on the opposite side of the cabin from hers, as far as the small space allowed, and told myself the distance was a courtesy rather than what it actually was, which was self-preservation.My wolf disagreed violently.Wrong side, he said, the moment I stretched out on the cold floor, and I ignored him the same way I'd been ignoring him since the shrine, with steadily diminishing success. Mate. Bonded. Marked before witnesses. Wrong side of the room."We're not doing this tonight," I muttered under my breath, low enough that I hoped she wouldn't hear it from across the cabin, though the way her breathing hitched slightly told me she probably had.He didn't care what we were or weren't doing. He'd been agitated since the ceremony itself, some deep animal satisfaction at the binding tangled up with an equally deep animal frustration that the binding hadn't been followed by anything a wolf would actually recognize as claiming. Vows on paper meant nothing to him
Rosalie's POVI brought it up myself, three days later, because some things you can only agree to once you've stopped waiting for someone to talk you into them."I'll do it," I said, over breakfast, no preamble, and watched Elias's spoon pause halfway to his mouth. "The marriage. Paperwork only. I want that in writing before anything else happens, actually, separate rooms, separate lives, no expectations of anything beyond what keeps me alive on paper.""Those were always the terms.""I want to hear you say it again anyway. Out loud, specifically, so there's no confusion later about what either of us agreed to." I met his eyes across the table, steady, needing him to understand this wasn't surrender. "This isn't me trusting you completely. I still don't know what I believe about half of this. But I've thought about it, and I'd rather choose the shield on my own terms than wait until Magnus's people find me and I have no terms left to choose at all.""Separate rooms," he said slowly, l
Elias's POVShe avoided me for most of the day after the fight, which I understood, and didn't push against. But by evening, with the cabin small and the silence between us starting to feel less like peace and more like something rotting, I decided the honesty I'd almost given her that morning deserved to be finished properly instead of left in pieces."Can I say something," I asked, sitting across from her at the small table, "and you don't have to respond to any of it. I just want to finish what I started this morning, the part I cut off."She looked up warily, but didn't refuse, so I took that as permission enough."You asked what I meant, after everything. I want to actually answer that instead of hiding behind 'nothing' again." I laced my fingers together on the table, needing somewhere to put my hands while I said this properly. "I told you about leaving IronVale. About my father, about Easton, about spending years believing I'd never be enough to matter to either of them. What







