Elias’s pov :
I hadn’t meant to overhear it. The mansion’s corridors had a way of carrying voices like echoes in a cavern, subtle, but insistent if you paid attention. I was passing by on my way to the study, my mind already tangled in the day's pack reports: rogue sightings on the eastern border, supply requisitions for the upcoming winter patrols, and the lingering tension from the last alliance meeting with Ronan’s pack.
Lucy’s voice drifted out from the living room first,bright, excited, laced with that restless energy she always infused into her dreams of the future. “I’m going to university.”
I slowed without realizing it, my hand pausing on the banister.
Naomi’s reply followed, softer, warmer, but edged with a longing that hit me like a cold wind. “Really?”
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