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Chapter 50: Jason’s POV Lena was walking next to me, her fingers clenching mine tightly. I could feel the tension in her hands, her nervous energy running through my body. She wasn’t too thrilled about being there, and I totally got it. The Ashford pack, their power, their history, it all struck fear, especially for someone like Lena who didn’t grow up here. But I needed her here. I needed her with me. My focus was clear, singular. It wasn’t on the house. It wasn’t on the decor. It was about Lucian Ashford, the man who believed he was untouchable, the man who must answer for what happened to Lena. And it didn’t take long for him to show up. Lucian strode into the room with that same, calculated confidence I had recalled over the years — tailored suit, silver hair slicked back, and those icy blue eyes sweeping across everything in his path as if he were taking mental notes on how to own it all. When his eyes met mine, it was as if the world stopped for a second. “Jason Frostwood,”

Chapter 52: Ethan's POV It was as if the air was being sucked out of the room. Every time Fiona opened her mouth, every gesture she made felt like marching us to the edge of the cliff.” I had sat, in shadows, watching, listening, waiting for the moment she would finally break. It was inevitable. But I didn’t expect this. I had never seen that kind of turnaround, the clarity that she had in her own voice when she started to tell the truth.” It was not the fake apology I had prepared myself for. And it wasn’t a cringe–worthy defense, either. The woman who had lived her life in shadow, retreating behind lies, retreating behind her father’s name, was finally taking accountability for what she had done. It was raw. It was honest. And it stung. But I was still trying to figure it out when Jason said. He sank to a growl, to some sort of anger that thudded against the walls. “And now at last do you confess?” he retorted, venom behind each syllable. “You allowed Lena to be taken, knowing she

Chapter 54: Fiona’s POVI could still hear the words long after they were spoken. Banishment.I had listened to Jason’s mouth say the sentence, I had tasted the reproach of it, but the weight of the verdict had not quite come down until I had turned and walked away. The finality of it. The distance now between us. Between myself and the man I once loved. Between me and all that I had tried — tried — to protect.But now… now it was gone. All of it.At that moment, the Frostwood house had never felt more suffocatingly cold. Every foot I moved from Jason, from the herd that had once been my family, felt like a crack. Every thread that had ever connected me to this place felt like it was unspooling in real time.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. The lure, too alluring, too risky. I didn’t want to look, because I knew I would break even more.“Fiona, wait,” Maeve’s voice called out behind me, and I froze.I hadn’t been expecting her to come after. Maeve was familiar with the burden of the pa

Chapter 55: Fiona’s POVThe forest was alive. Alive with the sound of the wind in the trees and the crunching of leaves beneath your feet and the intent, greedy eyes of animals watching you from the dark. With every step, every sense tuned to the deepening dangers we felt breathing just beyond the edges of our vision, the tension tensed tighter in me.I hadn’t even mentioned to Maeve where we were going. I didn’t have to. Step-by-step, unflattering, she had followed me, as if she understood the journey I’d need to take would be my own and my own alone but that I couldn’t undertake it at all without some measure of support.It barely shone on the ground we walked under the moonlight above. Here the trees were so thick, their trunks so massive and ancient, their arms twisting like the claws of giants, they blotted out most of the night sky.At first, I thought it was the expected emptiness of the woods. But then that changed — something went wrong. The air there heavy, the silence unset

Chapter 57: Fiona's POVThe forest I had once escaped from I now traversed through with no destination in mind, and I knew every twist and every shallow grove, having become a part of the darkness itself. Every day that I spent in its depths was a reminder of what I had lost, but also a testament to the strength that comes in part from the depths of despair, when you prove to yourself the depths of your perseverance.Maeve and I had settled into a rhythm here, gliding through the wild spaces with ease, the way two creatures who’d always belonged to the shadows would.When I’d come here first, that was what it had been, a prison, an exile in which I got to face my mistakes, my fears, my weaknesses. But there was also something different in the air now. Something shifting.The presses no longer seemed oppressive; they seemed, instead, … alive. And in that life, I began to hear my own pulse again, a charge I hadn’t felt in years.Maeve stood beside me, a steady presence in the storms of