Sebastian stood at the window, watching younger wolves train in the clearing. Their movements were fast and focused, limbs moving in calculated rhythm, but his mind wasn’t on them.
It was on Elara.
She had spoken to him only twice since that night, one slight exchange in the corridor and another polite, distant interaction at the dining table. Each time, her tone showed no emotion, and her expression was always unreadable. It was like staring into a mirror that refused to reflect.
Sebastian turned away from the window and let out a deep breath. No matter how hard he tried to make sense of it all, the ache in his chest just wouldn’t go away. The bond between them hadn’t completely broken; it had simply broken, dulled by the passage of time and the weight of loss. Yet, it still pulsed wit
