☽ Lucan ☾
By the time the sun had climbed high, Moonreach had gone quiet in the worst way. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just a thick heaviness that hung in the air. The clearing still bore the marks of the attack. Broken crates. Scorched grass. Blood that had soaked the earth. Wolves moved more slowly than usual, voices lowered, glances sharp and suspicious.
I kept myself busy.
If my hands were moving, my mind couldn’t spiral. Nyra had yet to return to the cabin, so instead of doing nothing and feeding my jealousy, I chopped vegetables with more force than necessary. The blade hit the wooden board in a steady rhythm. Meat simmered in a pot over the fire, herbs from Iseya’s pouch hanging nearby, ready to be measured. The cabin smelled warm, controlled, and contained.
Unlike me.
Leo had been
