The rain had been falling since before dawn.Sienna stood just inside the old border stones and let the water run down her face. She did not wipe it away. The pines around her dripped in steady rhythm. Wet earth clung to the soles of her boots. Five years had not changed the smell of this land. Pine resin. River water. The faint trace of pack that still lived in the soil.And underneath it, like a bruise she had almost forgotten, was him.The bond stirred the second her foot crossed the boundary. Not the soft pull she remembered from before. This one hit hard, low in her chest, and stayed there. She breathed out slowly through her nose and kept her shoulders loose.A low sound came from the trees to her left.Two young males stepped into the clearing. Both looked barely past twenty. The taller one carried himself like he had practiced the posture in front of a mirror. His hand rested near the knife on his belt.“This is Silver Ridge territory,” he said. “State your business.”Sienna l
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