The convoy rolled out of Kaelion’s estate under the pale morning sun, the sleek black Rolls-Royce in front catching every curious stare from passersby. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken words.
The car ride was quiet.
Too quiet.
Jenna sat beside Maren in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, the hum of the engine the only sound. Alpha Kaelion was in the front passenger seat, gaze fixed on the road ahead, his profile sharp and unreadable. Not a single word had passed between them since they left the pack grounds.
Her fingers twisted in her lap. Maren kept glancing at her but didn’t speak either, like she could feel the tension pressing against the glass.
Jenna hated silence when it felt like this—tight, like a bowstring ready to snap.
She adjusted the strap of her bag. “We’ll… be at t
