The Protector's Stance
It happened two days later, in the main cavern of the outpost during the evening meal distribution. Seraphina had emerged from the healing chambers, her shoulder still bandaged but her movements less stiff, the silver poisoning clearly receding under the pack healer’s care. The Alpha’s presence immediately commanded the cavern’s attention; conversations lowered, movements became more deferential. She moved with purpose towards the central gathering area where pack members were receiving portions of roasted venison and root vegetables. Elias had kept to the periphery since Kaelen’s briefing, observing, trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, acutely aware of the sideways glances and suspicious stares. He hadn’t interacted directly with Seraphina since their return from the low
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