Amelia
The moment I saw the bracelet, I knew. Silver and minimalist, with a crescent clasp that mirrored my pendant a little too closely. The exact curve. The same burnished finish. She held out her wrist to show me, beaming, oblivious to the way my chest caved inward.
“Dad said it was from a council artisan,” Jenny said, casually twisting her arm back and forth. “Looks like your pendant, doesn’t it?”
I froze, words catching in my throat like thorns. “Does it?”
Ever since that open discussion, things between Jenny and me haven't felt as frozen. Every now and then, she'd even ask me work questions like I was just another packmate.
After everything that went down, part of me still ached to make things right between us—but Moon Goddess knows, not like this cold, careful dance we're stuc
