Kael POV
Silence had settled between them.
Not the kind that came from peace—
But the kind that came from avoidance.
It had been days since the incident near the training grounds.
Days since Kael had lost control.
Days since Lyra had slapped him.
And walked away.
⸻
He hadn’t gone near her since.
Hadn’t spoken to her.
Hadn’t even allowed himself to look in her direction for more than a passing second.
Because every time he did—
He remembered.
The feel of her.
The fire of the bond.
The way she had responded… even if only for a moment.
And then—
The rejection.
Fenrir was restless.
You pushed her away.
Kael stood near the map table in his office, his eyes scanning the marked borders of the Silverfang territory.
“I did what was necessary.”
You lost control.
Kael’s jaw ti
