Chapter 54 TURNED AWAY

Chapter 54 TURNED AWAY

Vaska came out alone.

No escort. No wolves flanking her. Just Vaska walking out of the treeline toward the clearing with her staff in one hand and her amber eyes already on him before she fully cleared the last tree. She stopped ten feet away and looked at him the way she looked at everything — like she was calculating its exact value and hadn't decided yet whether it was worth her time.

Kael didn't say anything, he just held her gaze.

She was shorter than he had imagined from the stories. Broader through the shoulders. The scar running from her temple to her jaw was older than he had expected — white at the edges, deep in the middle, the kind of scar a person stopped noticing on their own face a long time ago. Her locs were threaded through with silver and her eyes were the colour of old amber and they were absolutely still.

She looked at him for a long time without speaking.

He let her.

"Kael Draven," she said finally. Not a question. Just placing him.

"Yes," he said.

"Alpha of Nightfang."

"Yes."

She tilted her head slightly. "You came alone."

He said nothing to that.

Her eyes moved briefly to the treeline behind him. Back to his face. She had known about the wolves the moment she walked out here. He had known she would. He didn't insult her by pretending otherwise.

"Seven wolves in my treeline," she said. "Hidden badly enough that my border watch counted them twenty minutes ago."

"They're not here to threaten you," Kael said.

"I know that," Vaska said. "If I thought they were threatening me this conversation would already be over." She looked at him steadily. "Why are you here?". She asked cold and firmly.

"You know why I'm here," he said.

"I want to hear you say it," she said.

"The bond," he said. "And what I owe the person on the other end of it."

Vaska was quiet for a moment. "What you owe her," she repeated. Something moved in her expression — not quite contempt, not quite respect, somewhere between the two and leaning toward neither. "That's an interesting way to put it."

"It's the honest way," he said.

"Is it?" She took two steps closer and stopped. From here he could see the full weight of her attention and it was considerable. "You rejected your fated mate in front of your entire pack. You called her weak. You left her to run into a forest alone at night while she was carrying your children." She said it the way she said everything — flat and factual and leaving no room for softening. "And you came up a mountain with seven wolves and stood at my border and told me you know what you owe her." She tilted her head. "Do you actually understand what that is? What it would take?"

"No," Kael said honestly. "Not fully. But I'm here to start figuring it out."

Vaska looked at him for a long moment.

"She doesn't know you're here," she said.

"I assumed as much," he replied immediately.

"She didn't ask for you," Vaska said. "She hasn't once since she arrived in this camp. She hasn't looked at that border and asked me to send word if you came. She hasn't asked about you at all." She held his gaze. "I want you to understand that before you take another step in any direction."

The words landed. He let them.

Then he replied

"I understand," he said quietly.

"Good." Vaska straightened. "Then understand this too. I am not going to let you into this camp tonight. Not because you're a threat and not because I've decided what kind of man you are from a ten minute conversation in a clearing." She met his eyes directly. "Because my camp is preparing for something coming from the south and I don't have the space or the patience to manage a complicated reunion inside my inner ward while my wolves are getting ready to fight." She paused. "You stay outside the border. Your wolves stay in the treeline. When I have time to deal with you properly I will come back out here and we will have a longer conversation."

"And if whatever is coming from the south gets here before that conversation happens?" he asked.

Vaska looked at him. "Then you'd better be ready to be useful from out here," she said simply.

She turned and walked back toward the treeline.

"Vaska," he called.

She stopped without turning.

"Is she alright?" he asked. "Are they alright?"

A pause. Long enough that he thought she wasn't going to answer.

"They're alright," she said.

Then she walked back into the trees and was gone.

Kael stood in the clearing alone. The border wolves had melted back into the treeline the moment Vaska appeared and now the clearing was just him and the dark and the skulls swaying on the ropes behind him and the ward pressing its steady invisible presence against his senses.

He turned and walked back through the markers.

Gareth was waiting just inside the treeline. He looked at Kael's face and said nothing for a moment.

"Well?" Fenris said from behind him.

"We wait," Kael said.

"Out here?" Fenris said. "In the cold."

"In the cold," Kael confirmed. He walked past Gareth and found a position against a broad pine trunk and sat down with his back against it and looked at the markers.

"For how long?" Fenris asked.

"Until she comes back," Kael said.

Fenris looked at Gareth. Gareth looked at Fenris.

"Right," Fenris said quietly. He sat down.

The others settled around them. No fire. No noise. Just wolves in the dark waiting on the other side of a border they hadn't been invited through yet.

Kael looked at the markers and pressed his hand flat against his chest and felt the bond burning steady and close and said nothing at all.

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He didn't press further, as a smirk crossed his face still looking at the wolves in front of him.

He waited.