Brielle's POV
The morning after the fight, I woke up alone.
Not surprising.
Jake hadn’t followed me.
And I hadn’t gone looking.
I didn’t expect him to storm the halls or beg forgiveness, but part of me still hoped: childishly, stupidly,that he’d knock. That he’d come to say, I was wrong. I'm sorry.
He didn’t.
So I laced my boots, fixed my braid, and walked into Silvermoon like I hadn’t nearly broken in two the night before.
It didn’t work.
Not this time.
Because now?
Now the pack was watching.
The questions weren’t whispered behind hands anymore. They weren’t careful. They were etched into glances, sewn into pauses, dripping from the corners of conversations.
At first, it was subtle.
Guards at the south gate asked if I would be attending today’s war briefing,alone. A medic i
