Elena
*****Silverfang Grounds — Moments After “Nothing Will Ever Be the Same Again.”*****
The walk back to the guest house felt too quiet.
Finn and Fia ran ahead of us, chasing fireflies in the thickening dusk, their laughter echoing softly between the trees. Chase walked behind us, keeping that same respectful distance he’d held all afternoon.
Lucian stayed right beside me, stiff as stone, his jaw locked. He hadn’t spoken since his last warning to Chase. And knowing Lucian, silence was worse than any insult he could have thrown.
He finally spoke when the children disappeared around a corner.
“Do you feel it?” he asked, voice low.
I frowned. “Feel what?”
His eyes slid to Chase, who paused a few steps behind us as if trying not to intrude.
“The shift,” Lucian muttered. “He’s gettin
