Quiet steps
1048 Words
Zavier’s POV
The morning sunlight spilled through the windows of the pack house, stretching across the polished wood floors and casting golden halos over everything it touched. Zavier stood at the edge of the breakfast room, watching Cassidy as she sat at the kitchen island, Ellie perched on her hip like she belonged there.
Maybe she did. Maybe they both did.
Cassidy looked tired, but not in the hollowed, haunted way she had when they first brought her here. She was stronger now. Softer around the edges. Her eyes still darted to the shadows sometimes, still carried the weight of trauma—but there was light there, too. Especially when she looked at her daughter.
He approached slowly, not wanting to startle her. It still happened sometimes when someone came up behind her too fast. He hated that. Hated what had been done to her. What she’d had to survive.
“Morning,” he said, voice low and calm.
Cassidy glanced up, offering a tentative smile. “Morning, Zavier.”
Ellie squealed and slapped the counter with one chubby hand.
Zavier grinned at the little girl. “She’s got quite the morning energy.”
Cassidy chuckled, brushing her daughter’s hair out of her eyes. “She wakes up like she’s been training for a sprint.”
“Must get that from you,” he teased.
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Hardly. I’m not even sure I’ve had a full night of sleep since she was born.”
Zavier stepped closer and poured himself a cup of tea from the set one of the omegas had left. “You slept okay last night?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Better than usual.”
“That’s good.” He paused, then added, “Zayden mentioned you two talked yesterday. He said it helped.”
Cassidy looked down at Ellie, who was now banging a plastic spoon on the marble. “Yeah. It did. He was easy to talk to.”
Zavier took a sip of his tea, watching her over the rim. “I’m glad. He needed that, too.”
There was silence between them for a moment, broken only by Ellie’s babbling and the birds outside.
“I wanted to thank you,” Cassidy said suddenly. “All of you. For not treating me like I’m broken.”
“You’re not,” Zavier said firmly. “You’re healing. That’s not the same thing.”
Cassidy looked at him then—really looked—and something passed between them. Something quiet and profound. A thread weaving between hearts.
“I’ve seen what broken looks like,” he added. “You’re anything but.”
Her breath hitched, and she blinked quickly. He knew she hated crying in front of people, so he didn’t comment. Just moved to sit on the stool beside her, far enough not to crowd but close enough that she could feel he was there.
Ellie reached for him, and he held out his hand. She grabbed his index finger and refused to let go.
Cassidy smiled through the shimmer in her eyes. “She likes you.”
“She has good taste,” he said softly.
Cassidy tilted her head. “You’re different from Zayden and Zander.”
Zavier nodded. “We’re identical in looks, but not in everything.”
“I’ve noticed,” she said. “Zayden’s more talkative. Zander’s a little more intense. You… you watch people. You see things others miss.”
He was quiet for a moment, then said, “I’ve always preferred listening. Watching. It tells you more than words ever can.”
She nodded slowly, as if understanding. “That’s why you knew I was panicking the first time I held Ellie again. Even when I smiled, you saw it.”
“I saw you shaking,” he murmured. “And I saw how hard you were trying to be okay—for her.”
Cassidy closed her eyes for a beat, then let out a shaky breath. “It’s hard. I know I should be happy she’s safe, that I’m safe, but… sometimes it’s like I’m still there.”
Zavier reached out and gently rested his hand over hers. “That’s how trauma works. It doesn’t let go easily. But you’re not alone in this anymore, Cassidy. We’re here. I’m here.”
She looked down at their joined hands. Then, slowly, she turned her palm to lace their fingers together.
The air shifted between them.
“I don’t know what this bond means yet,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I can give.”
“I don’t need anything from you,” he said, voice gentle. “But I’d be honored to earn your trust.”
Another beat of silence.
“I think you already are,” she said.
Ellie yawned, suddenly snuggling into Cassidy’s shoulder, her little hand still gripping Zavier’s finger.
“I should get her down for a nap,” Cassidy murmured.
Zavier stood with her, careful to move slowly so Ellie wouldn’t stir too much. “Do you want me to walk with you?”
She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I’d like that.”
They walked the long corridor in companionable silence, Cassidy holding her daughter close, Zavier walking just beside her. He kept his eyes on her—not out of suspicion or worry, but because he wanted to be ready if she faltered, if she needed him.
As they reached her room, she turned and looked at him.
“Thank you, Zavier.”
“For what?”
“For not rushing me. For listening.”
Zavier offered her a small smile. “Anytime.”
He turned to go, but she called out softly, “Zavier?”
“Yeah?”
“I feel… safer when you’re around.”
The words were simple, but they hit him like a punch to the chest.
He nodded once, trying to keep the emotion from showing on his face. “Then I’ll be around.”
As the door closed softly behind her, Zavier stood there for a long time, heart full.
The bond was forming—not because of fate, not because the Moon Goddess willed it, but because they were choosing each other.
And that was more powerful than destiny could ever be.
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