The house felt different after the night in the clearing. It was quieter, but it wasn't the scary kind of quiet. It was like everyone was waiting for something to happen. I walked through the halls, and for the first time, the guards didn't look at me like a prisoner. They looked at me with respect.
But something was wrong with the triplets.
Ever since I met their wolves, they had become distant. They were still there, always in the same room or just a few feet away, but they weren't touching me. Alaric didn't tuck my hair behind my ear. Silas didn't linger his hand on my waist. Even Killian, who usually couldn't keep his hands off me, stayed at a distance.
I sat at the dining table for lunch, picking at my food. Silas was sitting across from me, reading a report. Alaric was next to him
