“Well?” Uriel demanded before Selima could even stop walking. “What did she say? Is she coming to Silver Fang? Did she talk about the move?”
Selima exhaled slowly, leaning against the cold stone of the fountain’s edge. Her voice was tired, almost numb.
“She didn’t say much, Uriel,” she replied softly. “Just that she’s overwhelmed.”
“I know she’s overwhelmed!” Uriel snapped, his fists pounding against the trunk of a nearby oak. “We all are. But did she give you a ‘yes’? Did she say anything about the pack?”
“No,” Selima repeated. “When it came to the move and her feelings... she shut down. She’s not deciding right now. She’s just waiting. She's stuck between her parents’ fears and your world, and she is choosing to stand still.”
Uriel’s breath hitched, ragged and broken.
His head di
