THIRD PERSON POV
The morning sun broke through the dense canopy, casting scattered beams of light across the pack’s training grounds.
Amelia stood near the edge, her focus split between the present and the lingering tension of the night before.
The guard’s arrest had sent ripples through the pack, but no clear answers had surfaced.
Liam and Killian approached her from opposite directions, their strides almost in sync—a subtle reminder of their shared bond and twin nature.
“You look troubled,” Killian said, his deep voice steady as he stopped a few feet from her.
“She always looks troubled,” Liam added, flashing a grin as he came to stand beside her.
“It’s the whole ‘saving the world’ thing. Makes for terrible relaxation time.”
Amelia managed a small smile, though her tension di
