Calhoun's pov~
I almost didn't recognize the place at first, here was a small rooftop bistro tucked behind the new glass towers of the neighboring Pack's business district. It had been chosen for its quietness: modern steel and greenery, a place people could disappear into without running into anyone they knew. That was probably the point.
I stepped through the door and my world narrowed to the one figure in the corner. Elodie. She sat with her back to the low city noise, a plain sweater, her hair pulled up into the loose knot she used whenever she wanted to be invisible. It should have been a relief to see her safe; instead it felt like walking into a room that had been emptied of air. One month apart and the ache felt like punishment I hadn't earned.
She looked different, softer someh
