DAMON’S POV
Something had changed…No….Someone….Elodie. she had changed and I noticed it in small ways first.
The dangerous thing about spending enough time watching someone was eventually you learned how to read the things they did not say. Silence developed shape. Meaning. Breathing patterns changed. Eyes lingered differently. Defiance lost its sharpness.
Elodie had stopped looking at me like she wanted to escape every second I entered a room and somehow. That mattered more than it should have.
I stood near the council chamber window overlooking the lower palace grounds while wolves moved below in controlled formation. Warriors trained. Omegas moved supplies. Patrol rotations shifted exactly on schedule.
Order.
Control.
Predictability.
Things I trusted, things that made sense and
