Elara POV
I didn’t understand what I was seeing at first, because my mind was still caught somewhere between Adrian’s warning and the way Kael’s hand rested on my waist, grounding and possessive in a room that felt like it was waiting for me to slip, but then the torchlight shifted just enough for the silver to catch, and I saw the bow drawn back in the rafters with a precision that wasn’t meant to miss.
Everything slowed.
The music dulled into something distant and warped, the murmurs around us stretching into a low hum that didn’t quite make sense anymore, and my eyes locked onto the arrowhead, that pale, unmistakable sheen every wolf is taught to fear before they even understand why.
Silver.
Aimed straight at Kael’s heart.
I didn’t think about it or try to make sense of it,
