Kalev’s POV
I asked her at dusk. That seemed as good a time as any. The air carried the cool scent of evening rain. Senna stood near the edge of the training grounds with a bow in her hand. She had an arrow resting loosely against the string, not fully drawn. Her attention was fixed somewhere beyond the estate walls.
She looked calmer after the attack. When I told her she was moving into my bedroom, she hadn’t argued. That had surprised me. Senna argued about everything.
She turned her head when she heard me approach.
“Run with me,” I said.
She glanced over her shoulder. Her expression was guarded but curious. The fading sunlight caught the silver mark on her throat before she looked away.
“You mean our wolves,” she said.
“Yes.”
“In your woods?” she asked.
“They are your woods
