The pack house had settled into an uneasy rhythm over the two weeks since the hearing, the kind of quiet that comes not from peace but from everyone involved being too tired to keep fighting at full volume. I found myself grateful for it most mornings, waking before dawn out of old habit and lying still long enough to feel the low, steady pull of the bond settle into something almost comfortable before the day's business demanded my attention.
Kade had been restless for three days straight, and I had a fairly good idea why.
She trains alone, he said, that morning, watching through my eyes as Aria moved through a series of forms in the small courtyard behind our quarters, the one I had quietly ordered guards to leave unwatched after the second morning she snapped at anyone who lingered. S
