The Den seemed heavy because it was quiet, not just because the walls were cold or the sky was dark.
The kind that stretched too long. The type that infiltrated your bones.
I sensed it in the way the pack now moved about me, even though no one spoke it out loud. More cautious. More alert. Some looked at me like I was a threat. Others, like I was already a mistake.
And Kael… I hadn't seen Kael in days.
He hadn't drew me into his embrace or made the marks he always made on me with his mouth and body when his world got too fast.
He was not getting close. Not because he didn’t want me.
But because something had shifted.
At dusk, I saw him again standing on the edge of the cliffs, looking out over the forests. It was hard to tell what he was thinking when he crossed his arms acros
