Bruce's POV

The cabin sat at the edge of nowhere, a small wooden structure surrounded by dense forest and silence. Council guards loaded Beverly's minimal supplies inside while I stood frozen beside the car, watching her prepare to walk into hell. The mate bond stretched between us, already protesting the distance. Beverly turned to look at me one last time, her face pale but determined, and I felt something crack inside my chest.

"No phone, no internet, no communication devices of any kind," ...