Amelia P.O.V.
The pack house settles strangely after a council like that.
Not loud. Not quiet either. Just… careful. Like everyone is moving a half step slower, listening for something they don’t want to hear yet.
I don’t go back to the healer wing.
I don’t need to.
Instead, I walk the familiar corridor toward the upper living levels, boots steady, breathing even, body still humming faintly from training and tension and too much truth all at once.
Kieran falls into step beside me without a word.
Not crowding. Not hovering. Just there—close enough that I don’t have to look to know where he is. Close enough that when we turn a corner, our shoulders almost brush.
We don’t talk until we reach the small balcony overlooking the inner courtyard. The one with the low stone wall and the win
