By the fourth day of Arthur’s absence, Hollowmoon felt heavier than normal; Not the kind of weight that could be lifted by battle or blood; it pressed in, quiet and relentless, like fog settling over stone walls. Atleast for Silver.
On the surface, everything breathed normally, inside her, things shifted unevenly.
She could feel the absence of Arthur in every shadow. His presence had been a constant, not just as Alpha but as someone tethered to her in ways she didn’t fully understand yet. The pack noticed his absence; some whispered concern, others only sensed the tension. Silver didn’t care for whispers. She cared for certainty, for the stability he gave even if that stability had felt suffocating before.
Her father still checked on her every morning, quietly and deliberately. He would
