Amara’s POV
Conversations with Elior have become quieter than it should be, though nothing in it has changed. We still line maps in the room, reports are still read, and orders still hang unspoken in the air, and the silence is heavier now because his preparation is not for territory or power, it is personal, two Alphas trying to claim what belongs to neither.
I stand alone at the table, staring at a section of the forest that no longer matters because I am not seeing the map, I am hearing his voice; She’s my Luna.
The words shouldn’t have mattered, but they do, they shouldn’t have reached this far, but they did.
A soft knock echoes behind me.
“Come in.”
The door opens without hesitation.
Elior, of course, it’s him. He steps inside, closing the door behind him, leaving just him, me
