Elaine' POV
The fire had burned low, its orange glow flickering across the room and casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the forest whispered softly — the rustle of leaves and distant howls of wolves weaving into the night’s calm rhythm. Roselyn sat curled on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, deep in thought. The silence between us was comfortable at first, but it slowly thickened with the weight of her unspoken worries.
Finally, after a long moment, she looked up at me, her eyes uncertain but searching.
“What do you think I should do?” She asked quietly.
Her voice was soft — almost fragile — as though afraid that saying it aloud might make her decision too real.
I sighed, meeting her gaze gently. “That’s up to you, Roselyn. It will be your decision, and whatever
