Third person POV:
Selena is asleep.
Her breathing is slow and even, her body finally relaxed after everything the night has held. The bond has quieted, not healed, but no longer burning. For now, there is peace.
Ronan stands beside the bed for a long moment, watching her chest rise and fall, committing the sight of her calm to memory. Then he straightens and turns toward the door.
"Let's go outside," he says quietly.
Kael nods, already moving.
They step out of the cabin together, pulling the door closed gently behind them so it doesn't make a sound. The night air greets them, cool and heavy with the scent of trees and earth. Moonlight filters through the branches, casting broken silver patterns across the ground.
Edris is already outside.
He stands near the tree line, arms folded across his chest, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on the dark forest as if he is waiting for something to emerge from it.
Ronan exhales slowly and walks toward him.
