Lena's POV
I felt his hands trembling against my back the moment he held me, and for a long moment I said nothing, simply stood there in the middle of a hall full of watching wolves and let myself feel the specific, overwhelming relief of him being real and warm and alive under my arms.
He was not injured. I could feel that clearly, no blood, no wound I could find as my hands moved carefully over his shoulders and back, checking without quite meaning to, the same instinctive assessment I had used my whole life to gauge the shape of danger before I let myself trust that it had passed. And yet the shaking did not stop, and I understood, holding him, that whatever had happened in that corridor had cost him something that had nothing to do with his body.
"You are shaking," I said quietly, o
