Jonas´ POV
No one spoke when we left.
Not Callie.
Not Asher.
Not even the wolves scattered around us like silent pieces of a structure that had already absorbed our presence and decided how to arrange it within itself.
The return trip—if it could still be called that, because I no longer had the sensation of simply moving from one point to another—unfolded beneath a tension so compact that the air itself seemed denser after the encounter with the Alpha, as if that brief interaction had altered something within the territory and everyone could feel it, even if no one dared name it directly.
I noticed the looks.
Too many of them.
Some quick and evasive.
Others open and calculating.
And a few charged with a kind of unease that had nothing to do with simple curiosity.
They weren’t l
