The morning arrived softly, with sunlight filtering through the tall windows of the pack house. Outside, the sky was painted with gentle streaks of pale blue and gold. Inside, the atmosphere felt lighter, as if a bit of tension had eased.
Sebastian stood at the edge of the training ground, arms crossed and his gaze sweeping over the grounds. He hadn’t seen Elara since their tense conversation the day before. Her words still echoed in his mind, especially when she declared her love for Jones. But here he was, waiting.
He couldn’t bring himself to leave. Not when he sensed that part of her was uncertain too. She might have been harsh, but it didn’t feel like hatred. It felt more like confusion or fear. He knew that she probably had a whole lot going on in her head.
A soft laugh pulled h
