เข้าสู่ระบบRosalie's POVThe full moon hung heavy and swollen outside our small window that night, bright enough to cast pale silver light across the floorboards, and I'd told myself, settling in beside Elias after another quiet, careful dinner, that it was just another night. Just another full moon I'd endure the way I'd endured every one before it since my nineteenth birthday, watching, waiting, feeling nothing, while every other wolf in this territory answered its pull.I should have known better by now.It started as a low, warm hum beneath my ribs, subtle enough at first that I mistook it for the same familiar ache I'd spent weeks trying to suppress every time my thoughts drifted toward Elias. I lay still in the dark, forcing my breathing steady, telling myself, the way I always did, that acknowledging it only made it harder to bury.The hum sharpened almost immediately, like my resistance itself had struck a match against something already primed to ignite.Pain bloomed outward from my che
Rosalie's POVThe first headache hit without warning, sharp enough that I had to grip the edge of the washstand to keep my knees from buckling entirely.It came on a morning that had started ordinarily enough, Elias already gone for early training, the small quarters quiet around me, the memory of that charged silence over the ruined dinner still lingering uncomfortably close to the surface no matter how many times I'd told myself, over the past three days, that I needed to stop feeling whatever I'd let myself feel that night.I'd been standing at the washstand, replaying the sound of his voice saying my name, that low, careful weight it had carried, and I'd made myself stop. Deliberately. Forcefully, the same way I'd been forcing myself to stop for days now, burying the ache under practicality, reminding myself it was too soon, too dangerous, too much like repeating a mistake I'd promised myself I'd never make twice.The pain arrived the exact instant I shoved the feeling back down.
Elias's POVI found Easton near the training yard fence again, the same spot as before, and the sight of him stopped me mid-stride before I'd even decided whether to approach.He looked worse. Considerably worse than the last time we'd stood in roughly this same place, weeks ago, hollowed out beneath the eyes, his usual composed bearing replaced by something restless and thin, like a man running on far less sleep than his body could sustain. Even from a distance, I could see his hands weren't quite still, fingers tapping an irregular, anxious rhythm against the fence rail."You look terrible," I said, coming to stand beside him, dropping the pretense of small talk entirely."Thank you. Very reassuring." He didn't look at me, his gaze fixed on the empty ice visible through the arena's far window. "Was there a reason you came to tell me that specifically, or is my appearance simply that alarming from across the yard?""You've looked steadily worse every time I've seen you for the past m
Rosalie's POVThe smoke hit me before I'd even opened the door, thick and acrid, curling out from under the frame in a way that made my stomach drop before I registered the sound of Elias swearing quietly on the other side.I pushed inside to find him standing over the small stove, waving a dish towel frantically at a pan that had, by any reasonable definition, stopped being dinner several minutes ago and become something closer to a small, controlled disaster."Don't," he said, not even turning around, apparently sensing my presence by scent alone the way he sometimes did. "Whatever you're about to say, don't.""I wasn't going to say anything." I set my things down near the door, fighting to keep my expression neutral. "I was simply going to ask whether we're eating charcoal for dinner, or whether there's a backup plan.""There's no backup plan. This was the backup plan." He finally turned, smoke-smudged and faintly singed at one eyebrow, holding up the ruined pan like evidence in a
Elias's POVCoach Reyes posted the final roster on a Tuesday morning, taped to the locker room door without ceremony, and I read my own name near the top of the list before I let myself fully believe it was real.E. Moss. No distinction beyond that, no note acknowledging six years of absence or the particular weight of the surname attached to it. Just a name, and a number, and a place on the Avalanche roster I'd earned through nothing but four weeks of showing up sharper than the men trying to keep me off it.I felt something settle in my chest at the sight of it, quiet and unexpected, not triumph exactly, nothing so simple as that, but something closer to relief. Proof, plain and undeniable, that six years away hadn't cost me the one thing I'd once been genuinely good at.The locker room buzzed with it for the rest of the week, comparisons I couldn't avoid overhearing no matter how deliberately I kept my head down at my own stall."Kid's been gone six years and skates like he never l
Rosalie's POVI found Owen in the courtyard on one of my better afternoons, sitting on the low wall near the training yard fence, apparently taking a break between drills, and something about his easy, unbothered posture made me linger longer than I intended when he waved me over."You're the wife," he said, grinning, entirely without the careful, calculated weight most people in this packhouse attached to the word. "Rosalie, right? Elias mentioned you, though I'd already heard plenty before that.""I'm sure you have." I settled onto the wall a careful distance from him, wary out of habit more than any real sense of danger. "Most of what people have heard probably isn't flattering.""Some of it wasn't," he admitted, unbothered by the honesty. "But I try not to trust rumors over what I actually see, and what I've seen so far doesn't match half of what gets whispered about you." He shrugged, easy, genuine. "You held your ground in that hall the day you arrived. Didn't flinch once, from







