Elin’s POV

Grayson’s villa rose like a fortress amid pine groves, lake light mirroring windows, snowflakes twirling in gentle waltz—warmth laced with unfamiliar peace. Three days settled here, room vast and bright, outside frozen lake and painted distant hills. Grayson rarely returned; he said these days busy, Ice Moon Pack borders skirmishing, needing his throne.

But that “busy” gifted space, freedom—no Aaron’s possessiveness, no servant-watchful eyes, just Lira’s training ...