Silver waited until night had settled fully before she went to Arthur.
Not because she feared interruption. The pack knew better than to intrude where the Alpha was concerned.
Arthur’s quarters were quiet when she arrived. One lamp burned low near the hearth, throwing soft light across stone walls and shelves lined with maps and old records. He was seated at the table, sleeves rolled, studying patrol notes with the kind of focus that told her he hadn’t truly rested since returning.
He looked up the moment she crossed the threshold.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice neutral but alert.
“I didn’t sleep,” she replied, closing the door behind her. The sound felt final.
She drew a breath.
“Arthur,” she said quietly.
He looked at her immediately, attention sharpening without turning hard. “Y
