The weight of her mother’s question lingered in the air long after Tahla had left Zorah’s home. The transition from a sanctuary to an official clan was a heavy mantle. But as she stood in front of her home the following morning, her gaze fell upon her son, Azran. He was playing in the dirt with a few other children, his laughter ringing out clear and bright against the crisp morning air.
Every time she looked at him, a small, cold knot tightened in her chest. He looked just like his father. Even though Varek had left the Lunaris after the shock of finding her alive, he continued to linger at the back of her mind like a shadow that refused to retreat. He was a man who hated to lose, a man who viewed his pack, and his reputation, as his life’s blood. She knew his silence was not a surrender
