The sun had barely touched the horizon when I stirred from a sleep that felt anything but restful.
A heavy silence clung to the air like fog, weighing on my chest, thick with the echo of things unsaid, things undone.
I sat up slowly, letting the morning air wrap around my bare arms, the crisp bite of it reminding me I was still alive in this madness.
The events of yesterday had carved a space in my chest, wide and cold, and the only person I could think of was Aiden. I hadn’t seen him since yesternight.
After Mara's outburst, after she was rushed to the healer's wing, everything just... froze. Like the entire pack held its breath and refused to exhale.
I needed to see him, so I rose.
I moved through the motions quietly, methodically. My shower was brief, more a rinse of sleep than
