ELLIOT.
She was still sitting on the couch when I stepped fully into the room.
Her green eyes tracked me as I moved closer and I felt something settle uncomfortably in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
Nervousness.
I who had faced down rival packs and Elder councils and men twice my size without flinching was standing in my own living room feeling uncertain about what a woman was going to say to me next.
“Sit down,” Tenna said quietly. Her voice wasn’t sharp or cold. It was just tired.
I sat in the armchair across from her instead of beside her on the couch. Distance felt safer while I figured out what I was walking into.
“I’m not angry,” she said before I could open my mouth.
I studied her face carefully. “You’re not?”
I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my kn
