Kieran POV:
Elara flips through the images with quick, efficient precision, her expression tightening only slightly as she takes in each detail. Caelan steps closer, positioning himself within reach the way an Alpha does when the room is a threat and his Luna should never have to stand alone in it.
Elara pauses on the third photograph and her brow lifts.
“Tarek,” she says softly.
I nod, pleased. “Thought you’d recognize him.”
Her fingers slide the photo toward Caelan so he can see the council observer more clearly. Caelan’s eyes go colder, and for a moment the office feels like it’s dropped two degrees in temperature.
“Coordination,” Caelan murmurs.
“Looks like it,” I agree, leaning my shoulder lightly against the wall because my confidence isn’t bravado, it’s habit. I’ve known Cael
