THIRD PERSON
The night is quiet.
Not tense.
Not watchful.
Just… still.
A rare kind of peace settles over the pack, the kind that feels unfamiliar to Elara.
She stands at the edge of the training grounds, arms crossed lightly, staring up at the sky. The stars are clearer here than she remembers them ever being.
Brighter.
Unobstructed.
Free.
A slow breath leaves her.
For once—
Her mind isn’t racing.
Footsteps approach.
Soft.
Measured.
She doesn’t turn.
She already knows.
Alpha Scavia stops beside her, close—but not too close.
Never too close unless she allows it.
For a moment, neither of them speaks.
They just stand there.
Looking up.
Sharing the same silence.
“You don’t sleep much,” he says finally.
She exhales lightly.
“I used to.”
He doesn’t ask why.
He alread
