I have been restless all day. The entire pack was on edge, the tension in the air was thick enough to choke on. Maybe it was the lack of news, the heavy silence stretching too long. The fight should have been over by now, yet no word had reached us. The uncertainty was eating me alive, and I was forgetting how to breathe.
“This is all my fault,” I choked out, my voice breaking.
Luna Verena held me, her arms steady and warm around my shaking form. She had been holding me like this since I got back to the packhouse, refusing to let me slip into the dark pit of my thoughts.
“You mustn’t blame yourself, child,” she said softly, her hand smoothing over my hair. “Ashvin knows exactly what he’s doing. He wouldn’t have agreed to this challenge if he wasn’t sure of the outcome.”
But I didn’t be
