Two months.
That was how long it had been since the King’s camp had fallen and the world had gone quiet.
Too quiet.
There were no whispers of the King's army, no sightings of banners or scouts, no messages from the outer borders or other packs.
No whisper on Kael or his whereabouts either...
Varion had thrown himself into work. The Alpha’s house had become a fortress of maps, patrol schedules, and half-scribbled orders. Every morning before sunrise, Varion was gone — running drills, sending wolves to check every border twice over. Every night, he came home late, his voice hard, his shoulders tight with the weight of leadership.
And every day, I saw him slipping further away from me.
He’d stopped sleeping through the night as well. I’d wake sometimes to find him sitting by the windo
