Vessara stood in front of Old Sally Pub with her arms folded tightly against the cold air, staring at the empty road stretching beneath dim orange streetlights. The signboard's light above the pub buzzed above her head. The area looked dead at this hour. No drunk customers stumbling out of bars. Just silence and the occasional rustle of wind.
The time was just 5:30 a.m. Vessara still could not believe she was here.
If someone ever told her she would be sneaking off to the North with a man she barely knew, she would have laughed in their face. Yet there she was with a suitcase beside her boots and her heart beating too fast every time headlights appeared at the far end of the road.
Her wolf was unusually quiet. And that unsettled her more than anything.
Normally, her wolf reacted to everything, especially fear and danger. But ever since Vael had walked back into her life two days ago, the creature inside her had gone disturbingly still, like it was watching instead of feeling.
