(Sanya's POV)
I return to my cottage in the Northern Territory as the sun dips below the tree line, painting the sky in shades of amber and rose, and for the first time since I can remember, the silence that greets me doesn't feel suffocating—it feels like freedom, like the air itself is lighter here, easier to breathe, and I set my basket of herbs on the wooden table by the door, my fingers still stained green from gathering them in the forest.
I'm alone now. Truly alone.
No Tyron. No brothers. No pack watching my every move, waiting for me to fail, waiting to remind me that I'm nothing more than a used woman who should be grateful for whatever scraps of dignity they allow me to keep.
Aaron is gone too, his spirit finally released from this world after Tyron woke from his coma and rec
