Fiona’s POV
The pack felt quieter without them.
Not the kind of quiet that brings relief. Not the hush of a storm passing, where the air feels lighter, the ground fresh and clean. No. This was different.
This was the silence of an empty house, a space once filled, now hollow. It curled into corners, stretched across rooms, and wove itself into the air. Conversations carried on, but something was missing.
I noticed it most in the mornings.
Reaching, expecting—finding nothing.
At meals, no sneaky hands stole extra bread from my plate. At the training grounds, no bright voices, no running feet. Just wind stirring the dust.
Still, life moved forward.
The first morning after they left, I woke up feeling it press against my ribs. Staring at the ceiling, I let seconds slip away. Then minu
