Chapter Five

Third Person POV

The next morning, Selina woke to the unfamiliar aroma of food being cooked inside the cottage. The scent was warm and comforting, yet strange to her senses. She slowly rose from the bed, realizing she could no longer remain passive. If she wanted to stay here without feeling like a burden, she had to start learning these chores.

Pushing the door open, she stepped outside and her eyes immediately landed on Silas. He wore a black, body-fitting shirt that clung to his broad frame, every line of muscle beneath it evident.She watched him move with quiet strength.

Selina’s gaze lingered, curiosity pressing at her thoughts. She tried to think what truly set werewolves apart from humans. Silas stood six foot seven, towering and formidable, his presence impossible to ignore. His skin was fairer than the men she had seen working in the fields yesterday, almost as if he belonged to a different world entirely.

As if Silas has eyes on his back, he immediately noticed Selina's presence. "Are you hungry?we should eat now." He asked while stirring the soup that he's cooking in a pot never giving Selina even a single glance. "Yeah, good morning by the way... and thanks for helping me yesterday." Selina replied. "Are you feeling better now?" Silas asked and this time he looked at Selina while he's holding the laddle on his right hand. "Yeah, thank you for taking care of me."Selina replied shyly.

As if he had eyes on his back, Silas immediately sensed Selina’s presence. Without turning, he spoke while stirring the soup simmering in the pot.

“Are you hungry? We should eat now.”

Selina hesitated for a moment, surprised by how easily he noticed her. “Yeah… good morning, by the way. And… thank you for helping me yesterday.”

Still focused on the pot, Silas gave a brief nod. Then, finally, he turned his head, his sharp gaze meeting hers as he held the ladle in his right hand. “Are you feeling better now?”

Selina’s heart skipped under the weight of his stare. She shifted uneasily, her voice softening. “Yeah… thank you for taking care of me.”

“Let’s have breakfast now.” Elias gestured for Selina to sit, his tone steady as he began setting the food on the table.

The silence between them weighed heavily, louder than the echoes of horror Selina had endured back in the Bloodshed Pack. To her, it was deafening. She wasn’t used to meals without the familiar voices of her parents and brothers filling the air. The stillness pressed on her chest, awkward and unfamiliar.

She lowered her gaze, half-expecting Elias to ask the kind of questions she dreaded—about where she came from, who she was, what she was running from. But he didn’t. Instead, he broke the silence with talk of ordinary things, simple observations that had nothing to do with her past.

For the first time in a long while, Selina felt a flicker of relief.

Selina's POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar place, the kind of stillness that reminded me I wasn’t home. The ache in my leg was still there, a dull reminder of what happened, but at least Elias had tended to it yesterday.

Pushing myself up, I glanced outside the small window. A vast stretch of green spread before me, glowing under the rising heat of the day. In the distance, people moved steadily through the fields, harvesting wheat with practiced hands. Their voices carried faintly in the wind, simple and human.

Drawn by a different pull, I followed the scent of food into another room. The aroma was warm, earthy, comforting, and there he was,Elias. His tall frame stood by the stove, broad shoulders straight, his movements calm and precise as he stirred. His physique was striking, but what caught me off guard was how different he seemed from the others I had seen in the fields. His skin was paler, almost too refined for this life.

I lingered quietly, watching him, my mind chasing thoughts I couldn’t quite hold onto. What truly set us apart from humans? And what was it about him that seemed both familiar and foreign all at once?

Just as I lost myself in those questions, his voice cut through the silence, low and steady without him even turning to look at me.

The meal before me was unlike anything I had tasted before, unfamiliar yet surprisingly delicious. Still, the silence was heavy. Back home, meals were filled with my parents’ voices and my brothers’ laughter. Here, the quiet only reminded me of what I had lost. I missed them so much that my chest ached with the thought.

I was lost in those memories when Elias finally spoke, his voice steady but not unkind.

“Selina, is your leg still painful?”

I set my spoon down and nodded. “Yes, but not that much now.”

His sharp eyes studied me. “I presume your family is not here. I haven’t seen you before, and you are not one of the farmers working my fields.”

I hesitated, lowering my gaze. “You’re right. I don’t have a family here. I’m sorry for intruding on your farm.”

“It’s fine,” he replied simply. “You can stay here as long as you want. I’ve always believed that orphans deserve a place to stay.”

My heart softened at his words, gratitude rising in my chest. “Thank you… thank you so much for your kindness.”

He leaned back slightly, almost casually, and added, “Though you should know, I don’t stay here for long. I have another house in New York.”

A knot tightened in my stomach. New York? If he left, where would I go? The thought of being homeless in this world made my pulse quicken. I tried to keep my voice steady. “Do you… know of a place where I could work? Somewhere I could earn enough for shelter?”

Elias placed his spoon back into the bowl and seemed to weigh his words carefully. His gaze lingered on me, assessing me as if trying to read the depths of my mind.

“Yes,” he said at last. “I can let you work for my company, if you want.”

My eyes widened, hope sparking. He tilted his head slightly, his tone testing. “Have you worked before?”

I shook my head, but my voice came out strong. “No, but I’m willing to learn. I promise, I’ll be a good worker for you.”

A faint smile ghosted over his lips, though his expression remained thoughtful. “Alright then. Tomorrow, we leave for New York.”