Chapter 111 - This Thing We Can’t Name

The fire had burned low in the hearth, the embers casting a dull red glow across the cabin's interior. Shadows flickered along the wooden beams, stretching over the makeshift bed on the rough wooden floor where the trio lay, tangled in the quiet aftermath of the night before.

It should feel different.

The weight of them pressed against her in familiar ways—warm, solid, steady—but this wasn't a battlefield, wasn't another night of injuries stitched in the dark. It was something else. Something dangerous in a way she couldn't fight.

The bond hummed faintly, eased rather than pulling, no longer wound tight with tension. The warmth of it pooled in her ribs, settling there like it belonged.

The room smelled of warmth—smoke, pine, and the faintest hint of something richer, something lingering.

Taryn stirred first.