The full moon hung low in the sky, a glowing sentinel that cast Silvercrest in a pale, silvery glow. Nightfall usually brought a strange calm to the pack, but tonight, the energy was different—charged, restless. Even the wind seemed to whisper warnings as it swept through the trees.
Evelyn stood on the balcony of the guest quarters, overlooking the courtyard where young warriors practiced under the watch of Kendall and the head guard. Her arms were folded over her chest, and Aria stirred quietly within her.
"He’s still bonded to us," Aria murmured. "Even if he broke the claim."
Evelyn closed her eyes briefly. She didn’t want to think about Damien right now. Not the heat in his stare during training. Not the way his voice had softened when he admitted Selena wasn’t his mate. Not the ache
