Sylvara POV
The knock came softly.
Not loud. Not hesitant either. Just enough to let me know it was him.
My heart jumped before I could stop it. My wolf stirred, lifting her head like she had been waiting too.
I crossed the room and opened the door.
Kaelen stood there, filling the doorway, his presence immediately changing the air in the room. The sharp edge he wore in the arena was still there, but muted now… contained, like a blade sheathed but ready. His eyes dropped to me, slow, deliberate, and something unreadable flickered in them.
"You should be resting," he said.
"I was," I replied quietly. It wasn't a lie. Waiting counted as resting… didn't it? And he told me to wait.
He stepped inside without asking, closing the door behind him. The sound echoed too loud
