Caelan POV:
I am calm, I am collected.
I am dangerously close to walking into the courtyard early under the excuse of “inspecting placement.”
From the outside, no one would question me. I stand in my room fastening the cuff of my shirt with steady fingers, shoulders loose, posture relaxed. The image of an Alpha who has never doubted a single step in his life. Control is instinct now, don’t perform it, I exist inside it.
Inside, however, Vaelor is not calm.
“She’s here,” he says, voice low beneath my skin. “Ours.”
“I’m aware,” I mutter, smoothing fabric that doesn’t require smoothing.
The door opens without knocking, of course it does.
Kieran steps in first, grin already forming. Rhydan follows more quietly, but his eyes take in everything in a single sweep, my boots, cuffs, posture
