Eryx.
She picked up every piece of that broken glass without a word.
I watched her from the corner of my eye, pretending to read the papers in front of me. She was careful about it. Deliberate. Like she was making sure she got every single piece off the floor so nobody would get hurt.
That was the kind of person she was.
She had walked into a cottage with a drugged and dangerous Alpha and tried to help him. She had picked up broken glass piece by piece in complete silence. Small things. But I noticed them all and I hated that I did.
I looked back down at my papers.
The words meant nothing to me this morning. Trade agreements. Border updates. A letter from a neighbouring pack requesting an audience.
Things that would have had my full attention on any other day were sitting in front
