It had been a full day since Mara was released, and surprisingly, the pack grounds were still calm....eerily calm.
I couldn't help but think about her every few hours, half-expecting a servant to rush in and tell us she had caused a ruckus or vanished into the forest. But so far, nothing. Maybe, just maybe, she had changed. Or maybe she was lying low, watching and waiting. The uncertainty wrapped around me like fog, but I refused to let it show.
Aiden noticed, of course. He always did.
"You keep sighing like the world is about to end," he teased as we sat on the balcony that evening, watching the sun dip behind the distant trees.
I glanced over at him and smirked.
"And you keep pretending like everything is fine."
"Because it is. Until it isn’t." He leaned back, arms behind his head
