[Astrid P.O.V.]
The council chamber was cold.
Not physically as Moon Stone’s estate was always kept at a comfortable temperature, and I had my usual soft sweater wrapped around me, but politically, emotionally, spiritually… everything had grown colder since Kayn’s call.
Atlas hadn’t touched me since the call ended, not in a distant way, but in that silent calculation he did when the weight of the pack rested on his shoulders.
“Do you want to call your father back in?” I asked softly, not moving from my seat by the corner table.
Atlas looked up from the ledger in front of him, his eyes rimmed with exhaustion. His scent is calm, Juno murmured, but he is not. There’s a battle behind his silence.
“I want to know what they’re offering first,” he said, tone clipped. “Before I bring Alexa
