(Winter’s POV)
Winter packed with precision.
There was no hesitation in her movements, no wasted motion as she folded what she needed and set it aside. She didn’t take everything—only what mattered, only what she could carry without drawing attention. The rest...no longer belonged to her.
The document still sat on her desk.
Unsigned.
Untouched.
Frost remained quiet beneath her skin, not restless, not reactive—just present in a way that felt...distant. Winter noticed it.
But she didn’t press. Not yet. A knock sounded at the door. She stilled briefly before moving to open it.
An Omega stood there, head bowed slightly, holding a tray. “Luna,” she said softly.
Winter’s lips curved into a small, polite smile. “Thank you.”
She took the tray and closed the door without another word. The
