Kaelen's POV
The estate feels different once the noise leaves.
Not quieter—emptier. The violence of the past hour has left a residue, a psychic film that clings to the marble and the glass. The gates have been secured again, the twisted metal groaned back into place by hydraulics that sound too much like a dying animal. The guards have resumed their posts, their faces stoney, though I can see the slight tremor in the hands of the younger ones. The alarms have stopped echoing through stone and steel, replaced by a silence so heavy it makes my ears ring.
Serenity is gone.
Alpha Veyra has already departed, his interest clearly spent now that the physical disruption has been contained. He is a man of action and immediate results; the nuances of a woman’s shadow do not interest him once th
