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Rowan POVI didn’t mean to see her past.But now that I have—There’s no way I’m letting her face it alone again.⸻The silence after the door closes doesn’t feel the same.Not like before.Not like the heavy, uncertain quiet that followed everything she told me.This—This is different.Sharper.Tighter.Filled with something neither of us is saying yet.I don’t move right away.I just stand there for a second, watching her, taking in the way her posture has shifted again, the way the strain from using her power still lingers in the subtle tension of her shoulders, the way her gaze flicks briefly toward the door before returning to me as if she’s already calculating her next move.She’s thinking about leaving again.Of course she is.She always is.“You’re not going anywhere,” I say quietly.Her eyes nar

Nyxara POVI thought the bond was the worst thing that could happen.I was wrong.Because this—This is something far more dangerous.⸻He doesn’t lock me away.That’s the first thing I notice when the morning settles into something quieter, something deceptively normal despite the tension still lingering beneath the surface of everything that has happened in the last day.Rowan doesn’t keep me confined to his space, doesn’t treat me like something fragile or dangerous that needs to be hidden from the rest of his people, and for someone like me—someone who has spent centuries slipping through shadows, avoiding attention, surviving by never staying long enough to be known—That alone is… unexpected.“Come on,” he says, his voice steady, as if this is nothing more than another day, as if there aren’t witches watching and wolves questioning and hunters slowly closing in on everything he’

Rowan POVShe said she didn’t want me.But she still claimed me.And when someone tried to take her place—She didn’t hesitate to put them in the ground.⸻I hear it before I see them.Nyxara’s voice—calm, controlled, edged with something sharp enough to cut through distance—and Talia’s, tighter, more heated, carrying that familiar tension I’ve learned to recognize long before today.I don’t step in immediately.I stay just beyond the edge of the clearing, just out of sight, letting the conversation unfold, letting them speak without interference, because sometimes what isn’t said directly to you matters more than anything someone would admit to your face.“And just so we’re clear…” Nyxara’s voice carries, steady and unshaken, “I don’t want him.”The words land.Not unexpected.Not surprising.But still—Still something in my chest tightens

Nyxara POVI thought I could hide it.But the closer I get to him—The more my body betrays me.⸻I should leave after the meeting.That’s the smart choice.The only choice.The room is still heavy with tension, with divided trust, with wolves who look at me like I don’t belong and witches who look at me like they know something they shouldn’t, and this—this fragile place Rowan is holding together—is not something I should stay tied to any longer than necessary.And yet—I don’t leave.Because he doesn’t give me the option.“Come on.”His voice is low, firm, not loud enough to draw attention but heavy enough that I know it’s not a request, and when I glance toward him, his gaze is already on me, already set, already decided.“We’re done here.”That word.We.I don’t comment on it.I don’t acknowledge it.

Nyxara POVDreame Opening HookWe both belonged to no one.Until fate decided otherwise.And now…We’re forced to face everything we were before each other.⸻The air shifts the moment I step back into the room.Not dramatically.Not loudly.But enough.Enough that I feel it immediately.Rowan is exactly where I left him—standing near the center of the room, shoulders tense, jaw tight, as if every instinct in him had been pulling him toward that door the entire time I was behind it.And for a split second—Just a second—I wonder if he almost came in.If he felt it too.If the bond—No.I shut that thought down immediately.Because the tension between us now is worse.Not better.Not eased.Worse.The distance I created did nothing.If anything—It made