Elena’s pov
The moon, a sliver of silver in the black sky, cast long shadows across Oliver’s bed. Oliver’s arm lay heavy across my waist, a comforting weight after we finally talked things out. Reconciliation was a fragile thing, a carefully tended bloom after a harsh winter. We lay in comfortable silence, the kind that only comes after words have been exhausted, forgiveness granted, and trust stronger than ever..
"Any word on the spies?" I finally asked the question with a soft murmur in the quiet room. The phantom chill of the attack still clung to me, a constant reminder of the vulnerability of our kingdom, of Oliver's pack, of us.
The thought that there were people lurking around the kingdom and they could attack at any time.
His arm tightened slightly. "Still searching. They vanis
