(Kaelen)
I find him in the study.
Not sneaking this time — just walking, which still feels strange, the way moving freely through someone's space always takes longer to feel real than you expect. Three weeks since the ceremony and I still catch myself waiting for someone to stop me in hallways, ask where I'm going, check if I'm supposed to be somewhere.
No one does. The pack has folded around me with a naturalness that I don't entirely trust yet but am slowly, carefully, starting to believe.
The study door is open. He's at his desk, reading something, one hand braced against his temple. He doesn't look up when I appear in the doorway but the quality of the room changes the way it always does when he knows I'm there.
I lean against the frame. "Sora said you wanted me."
"Mm." He sets t
