By the tenth day, the silence around Alpha Greer Freya’s chambers had begun to feel like a living thing.
No one had seen him leave the room since the night Emily was banished.
Not a guard. Not an elder. Not even his Luna. The massive doors remained closed at all hours, their surface marked only by the quiet routine that had formed outside them.
Every morning and every evening, a plate of food was placed carefully at the threshold. Most times, it was returned untouched, the servants finding it hours later exactly as it had been left, the scent of untouched meals growing heavier with each passing day.
Whispers followed those plates down the corridors.
“He hasn’t eaten properly in days.”
“He doesn’t sleep either.”
“Have you heard him? At night?”
The elders gathered more often now, t
