L E I L A N I
My first instinct was to feel a flicker of satisfaction. Served him right. But as I watched them, a different feeling washed over me.
A strange and unwanted sense of connection, of empathy. They were mourning one of their own. A family grieving. And I, in my own way, was a part of that family now. A prisoner, a hostage, but a part of it nonetheless.
The next morning, the atmosphere in the house was somber, thick with sorrow. Lyra was quiet, her usual cheerfulness replaced by sadness.
Fenrir was gone. Lyra told me he'd left before dawn, to handle things on the border. She didn't elaborate, and I didn't ask. But I knew. Someone was dead. One of his pack.
A small selfish part of me was relieved. He was gone. The tension in the house had eased. But another part of me, a par
