Chapter 35: Healing Wounds (Elara's POV)
Morning light filtered through the car windows as I drove Caleb to his pack office. The silence between us felt heavier than usual, weighted with the memories of last night. I stole a glance at his profile—sharp jaw, silver eyes fixed on the passing landscape. Not a hint of discomfort or acknowledgment of what had happened between us.
"Take the next right," he instructed, his voice as cool and detached as if he were speaking to any pack member, not someone he'd pushed against the wall mere hours ago.
I followed his direction, impressed despite myself at his composure. My own body still ached pleasantly, Wendy purring contentedly beneath my skin at the lingering scent of our mate clinging to me. Yet Caleb showed no sign that anything had change
